We got up for breakfast to say goodbye. Everyone was leaving at 8 or 8.30, the Canadians to Clyde to cycle to Otago Trail, and Carol, Marion and Gunner to Christchurch Airport.
There were some tears in eyes saying goodbye to Carol and Marion and Gunner. We will meet again and have talked about cycling West Canada, Patagonia and other places too.
We tidied our bags and got them downstairs and arranged for them to be dropped at the station but no one seems quite sure where the train to Dunedin leaves from! We had a nice time exploring the Sunday Market, 
walked down the Quay and saw lots of birds but not the famous Blue Penguins
, bought lunch for the train and had a drink at Scott’s (again). We saw someone dressed as a trainman and got chatting just be for the train was due. It turns out that he is Harry 
and has been for 30+ years the station manager, rail yard main and general all things for Oamaru Station. It is private and this is the only station in NZ where a public train goes onto a private track. He built the track and the platform. The introduced us to Lyle the train conductor who loaded our bags in the goods bit of the train. We felt quite special.
The train journey was about 3.5 hours and lovely views
. Fun. Much better than a bus.
Our car hire guy was at the station when we arrived. Magnificent station building full of Royal Doulton. 
He drove us to our hire car and after the paper work was done we drove our Nissan Note to the Airbnb for the night, a nice self contained flat in easy walking of central Dunedin.
We had booked dinner at Etrusco at the Savoy which was an Italian in the old Savoy hotel. Super meal in a lovely old room. Dunedin has a lot of street art and we walked to dinner following a trails. See all the photos.
Off the the Deep South tomorrow.