The next week of New Zealand was full of adventure. We spent an impromptu night in Wanaka with new friends that Barb and Rob met on their Milford track and dabbled in some of the region’s speciality wine, Pinot noir.
I was really anxious to see a glacier, despite the locals’ relatively mediocre attitude towards them. In my head I had these massive chunks of ice that could somehow sculpt mountains and kill dinosaurs. We did two hikes up to glaciers, one called Rob Roy and the other at Mt Cook (close to the lake with the crazy blue water).
The road to Rob Roy was interesting in its own right. About 30 km from the head of the trail the road turned to gravel. Then dirt. Then we were literally driving through someone’s farm. Then another one. And again. For an hour.
After our hike we headed back to civilization (Twizel, if anyone cares). The next day we set for Mt Cook and chose the valley trek (no hills!!). The glacier was even closer; the wind coming off the lake was pretty colllld.
After the hike, we headed back towards Christchurch (again) and stayed with a friend out in the burbs.
We had one of the best meals to date-sadly no picture but here is the 4.5kg salmon that Barb caught at a tourist pond/farm. For the meal, we made little sashimi rolls then cooked them with a mini torch. Fancy pants.
Other final tidbits from the South Island: