Milford Sound & Gunn's Camp
Trip Start Apr 16, 2011
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Unlike the Asian tourists lapping up the luxury on board we were sent up to the top deck. It was pretty chilly up there with the wind, but luckily free tea was on hand. Once again, we were taking in yet more beautiful views. A while into the trip we all had the discussion that we’d almost become saturated with beauty, and the level to impress was now much higher. Still enjoyed it obviously. Along the way there were some aggressive waterfalls, seals, dolphins and most impressively some "pingins" as the female Asian worker on board pointed out in an identical way to our old Korean friend Jay
Here there was very basic, retro accommodation. It was going to be a cold one. After chucking our bags in and food in the fridge (the outside world), it was in the bus for yet another waterfall. Finally back for the evening a couple of us ended up checking out the site, including some quirky objects in the 'museum’. Myself and Emma also had some great banter on the see-saw there. On climbing on, and very nearly snapping it we soon realised it was probably meant for show.
For this night’s menu I cooked up a hearty winter minestrone. Once again it would receive bad vibes from others; honeymoon Irish couple, Phil and Claire, made jibes about its extravagance. It was fairly amusing to receive this from them, considering their situation. The rest of the evening we sat about chatting, bonding with bus driver Nana some more. We were also grilling Stacy for some of the gossip on her NZ loves we’d heard some pretty cringe worthy stories about. She’s a nice girl, but a bit nerdy, so to hear this stuff seemed odd. Maybe we were being a bit mean. Anyway, lights on the premises were going off at 10pm, so it was time for bed.
As I said, the accommodation was basic. Heating for the night consisted of fires between the rooms. It was cold even with them blasting. I woke up in the middle of the night freezing cold, so tried to rescue the communal fire, but miserably failed. Nightmare. Almost as much of a nightmare as having to walk out into the dark, cold, eerie night to the toilet after having had some chat about the horror film ‘The Ring’ earlier.
Not a great sleep then, and we were all up and in the kitchen by 6am. Slight pandemonium in there, with the rush to get fed up and onto the bus in time. We were heading for Invercargill that day.