Due to this shittily organised blogging platform, and the fact I wrote this after the ones below, this is here. This in fact happened before Greymouth. You wouldn't know the difference but I thought I'd be honest with you. For once.
One of the single best things that we have done in the ten and a bit months that we have been away so far was climb Fox Glacier.
The drive there was equally picturesque, going through Haast and staying at a series of lookout points, adding to the piles of rocks as we went.
The trip we went on was organised through a company that essentially monopolises the whole place, but we didn't really care. We went up in a group of about twenty people. One girl climbed up in a mini skirt. She was ill prepared. To balance that out though, rather like Samuel Louise Jackson does to Bruce Willis in the confused film Unbreakable, there was this man.
He looks funny, but he was actually a bit of a dick. He refused to walk where we were meant to walk, and our guide had to constantly tell him to be sensible, bearing in mind that two brothers had died on the glacier only two weeks previous because they went beyond the cordoned off area.
This day was pretty hard work but really rewarding and interesting, plus we made good friends with our guide. When we told him we had to get back in our cars and drive on, he invited us all back to his flat to shower, and even tried to get us to come to a barbecue at his mate's house.
After all that walking and falling over, we pushed on up towards Greymouth.
But obviously not before stopping off to see the world famous post box in a tree with a welly nailed to it. Wouldn't have missed that for the world.
One of the single best things that we have done in the ten and a bit months that we have been away so far was climb Fox Glacier.
The drive there was equally picturesque, going through Haast and staying at a series of lookout points, adding to the piles of rocks as we went.
The trip we went on was organised through a company that essentially monopolises the whole place, but we didn't really care. We went up in a group of about twenty people. One girl climbed up in a mini skirt. She was ill prepared. To balance that out though, rather like Samuel Louise Jackson does to Bruce Willis in the confused film Unbreakable, there was this man.
He looks funny, but he was actually a bit of a dick. He refused to walk where we were meant to walk, and our guide had to constantly tell him to be sensible, bearing in mind that two brothers had died on the glacier only two weeks previous because they went beyond the cordoned off area.
This day was pretty hard work but really rewarding and interesting, plus we made good friends with our guide. When we told him we had to get back in our cars and drive on, he invited us all back to his flat to shower, and even tried to get us to come to a barbecue at his mate's house.
After all that walking and falling over, we pushed on up towards Greymouth.
But obviously not before stopping off to see the world famous post box in a tree with a welly nailed to it. Wouldn't have missed that for the world.
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1 comment:
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