Jackson Bay is a wee bit like the end of the world. The road stops at the small fishing village at the end of the bay. Beyond it is wild nature, untouched. The West Coast stops, the Fiordland begins. Aside from a few adventurous and fishermen, not many people visit Jackson Bay. Fifty quiet kilometers through meadows, rainforests and seaside. Along the coast, you can see dolphins making cabrioles in the waves.
Jackson Bay was the landing point for the settlers of the area. Nowadays, tourists come to taste fish n chips or crayfish at the Craypot, a tiny red painted gargote whose fame is growing day by day. The food is good but still a bit pricey. After the closing time of the restaurant, the place is completely peaceful. Until the early morning where after a splendid sunrise, the fishermen of the area arrive almost in a single file.
West Coast in Picture presents the places that most marked or interested me during my journey across the West Coast.
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After the Southern Alps, I attack the crossing of the West Coast of the South Island by a visit to Jackson Bay.
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