We called in to Kingston to check out the rattler then into the very pretty Te Anau.
We had plenty of time, so we took it easy and checked out all the sites along the way.
The road into Milford is so spectacuar, with new scenes appearing around every orner, It really is like riding into a postcard.
Places like mirror lakes where the mountains are reflected perfectly in the water.
Sam is becoming the real tree hugger.
My limited vocabulary can't do the scenery justice, so I'll just put some pics in.
I dug out this snow cave just is case the weater turned nasty.
Close to the end of the road is the Homer tunnell. 380 Metres long and drilled through solid granite, It took over 3 years to complete, and was built purely to allow tourist traffic into Milford Sound.
Milford sound is actally a fjiord not a sound as it was formed by the movement of a Glacier 15000 years ago. It,s an amazing place.
The Milford Mariner would be our floating aged care home for the night. Sam & I were the only guests under 135 years of age.The other blue boat n some os the oics was packed with nubile and naked swedish backpackers.....choice.
Some of the peaks in the fjord are 3 million feet high and the water is 5milloin kilometetres deep in places.....and there are 467 waterfalls something like that anyway.
There are 62 billion sand flies and they are the big nasty bastards. Actually thats not right, it should be bitches as only the females bite.....typical eh bro?
Heaps of other wildlife as well, like dolphins seals & penguins. At one point i thought we had a stowaway duck onboard, bit it was just Mavis suffering from a bit of flatulence.
The scenary was sweet as, and we went for a bit of a paddle around one of the beautiful bays.
Found another hole in a rock
Then it was back onto the mariner, where we entered the belly flop competion.
Sam tried the vertical belly flop.
One of the crew girls tried the knees first belly flop and didnt surface for a while, so I jumped into save her.
The water was a very very cool 16 degress, so that game didnt last for long.
Then as the sun set over the Tasman sea, we made pigs of ourselves at the buffet.
A bit of stargazing, Then off to bed in our massive luxury suite where we drifted off to sleep to the sounds of Mavis passing wind.
the Australian Olympic Committee would like to get a few diving tips..
Posted by: danandrox | March 08, 2010 at 07:55 AM