Travel Blogs from Auckland
... save you time and money. Take a torch and hand gel.
OF COURSE! Loved it! Realities of early
darkness with no light, only having one gas stove to cook on and a
small sink to wash, collecting and emptying waste water and throwing
rubbish responsibly, not having easy access to showers/electricity to
charge things, THE COLD, are all worth it for the stunning
places/skies you get to see and the time you can take/pace you can
chose when doing it yourself. ...
... nothing is small in NZ; not the whales, not the birds, not the scenery, not the portion sizes, not the wingers.
As a bonus we also sailed through a pod of dolphins, who then took great delight in skipping and dancing in our bow wave. All in all it was a glorious trip and certainly lived up to the expectations.
On to the West Coast. A lot of driving later and we worked our way down to the glacier country. We decided to walk to the Franz Josef Glacier viewpoint. ...
... evening! Pete however, is, according to his diary, still in Cat Ba! And so, trying to forget that fact, went outside to avoid us 'diary writers'. We peventually arrived at around 12pm, and drove to a free camp site around 5 minutes away from Picton. 4/5 After a long sleep, we eventually woke up around 11, and decided to go to Picton for lunch. We stopped off at a supermarket, bought supplies for a fry up, and parked up at a car park on the front. Out came the chairs, ...
... by sand ants! We got the Aquataxi back and Beth was sat next to a psycho who we named Alan after Alan from the hangover. He told us about his travels and left the address he was staying at on Beth's phone with "Love in Jesus" at the bottom. He also kept saying he was going to jump in the water but he never did, as much as we wish he had! After getting back to the hostel we had showers then went to cook dinner where we found Alan wondering around our hostel, asking ...
... equipped with iPads and very expensive cameras....I was happy to jump into my little car to head on to my own adventures laying ahead of me. Driving through the Canterbury plains up to the range of the Alps a huge storm came up. Hiding the view I had read about so many times in Sarah Larks books. Disappointed I traveled along cloudy scenic route 77. Getting tiny glimpses of the green hills of the backcountry was like the carrot held in front if my nose that you never ...