Prosporo's Island of mists and rain

I wanted to begin this post with a quote from The Tempest so you would all be amazed at my intelligence and well-readness. But unfortunatly the Islands library is only open for three hours a week, and hasn't been open yet while I've been here, so there's been no Shakespeare for me. Perhaps I should say 'O rainy new world!' Yes here I am on Stewart Island, the third largest island in New Zealand, and it's raining. It has been raining since I arrived, and will continue to rain until I leave. But nonetheless, I love it here.
When me and Katie seperated I headed south to Invercagill, which is right on the south coast of New Zealand, and there it rained. Rain might be a continuing theme of this post, in fact it feels like it's been a continuing theme of this whole country for the last two weeks. Invercagill is tiny and there really isn't an awful lot to do but it does have a certain charm, and a marvellous cinema. I went to see Casanova and it wasn't marvellous, it was rather bizarre in fact. I spent a happy day reading and trying to dodge the rain, and yesterday morning caught the ferry to Stewart Island. The crossing is, to quote the Lonely Planet, famed for turning the stomachs of even the hardiest of sailors, but I was not afraid, and a combination of All Bran and a ginger capsule kept my tummy as strong as iron. Good, character-building stuff, All Bran. As it was raining heavily (of course) as we crossed, the Island came towards us out of the mist like it was out of the Tempest. My hostel is in Halfmoon Bay, which is the largest settlement on the island, and it has one general store, one pub, and nowhere to get scones as I found out to my dismay yesterday. I'm staying in my own private room, for the price of ten pounds a night, and it has a raidiator!! So I slept like a baby and this morning woke determined to see more of the island, despite the rain. I walked up to Horseshoe Point, a spot on the top of some cliffs, and just as I got to the top the sun came out so I was able to see wonderful views of the bays and the surrounding islands, and very distantly, the South Island. By the way Mum, one of the bays here is called Frenchman's cove, how exciting is that? I had one hour of beautiful sunshine before the rain forced me back to the hostel, where I found that some rogue had stolen my pasta sauce from the fridge! Bastards! However I am not downhearted as I have the Three Musketeers to console me. Not all chivalry is dead when I can read about their exploits. Aideu!
(By the way Dodfather, all of the place names here are ace- there's Adventure Cove, Dundee Street, and last but not least, Elgin Terrace, can you believe it??!!! Tell Ali I haven't found a Lossiemouth Place yet!)