(photo courtesy of my man Chipotle)It doesn't happen often, but you know those moments when you feel like you're in a scene from some old favorite movie? That was last night at the Mussel Inn. Tucked away in a little tree grove halfway between the Golden Bay hamlets of Takaka and Collingwood, this roadside pub could easily be missed if you weren't looking for it.
As night settles in around us, the soft din of long awaited conversations can be heard from all corners of the large front patio. Familiar faces from the ICE keep streaming into the bustling bar... sporting fresh tans and loose summer clothing, everyone seems caught up in the richness of the moment.
Pints of beer slosh back and forth as animated hands tell stories around the campfire. Toofless Sean takes the stage within the bar, and those that can, cram inside to watch one of our own captivate the unknowing locals. The rest of us nestle around the campfire and enjoy the melodies filtering out the open windows.
After the show, the patio's thinned a bit, and I'm enjoying a chat with Bija as the clouds above let loose a light rain. The warm mist barely dampens the t-shirt on my back and I can't help but let out an easy laugh.
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