Friday 17 April 2009

Tea. Now.

On the way to Te Anau, we stopped off on the side of the road where we had seen signs for Mirror Lakes. Simon White had told me about this place and I was keen to try and get some really good photos. By now we had almost, but not quite, become immune to the incessant buzzing and biting of the sandflies, and braved it for a while as the scenery was intensely stunning, not quite reflected below.




We hopped back in the car and drove on, narrowly missing a flock of sheep that were being diverted down the road to get shot in the head. Probably.


Te Anau is a strange place. 

We found somewhere to park up, which we were reasonably sure was some random farmer's land. After eating, constantly hiding from this make-believe farmer that was about to evict us at any minute, Dan and I tried to calm Helen's nerves and she went to sleep, safe in the knowledge that I surely wouldn't lie to her about whose land we were on.

At two in the morning a jeep with massive spotlights on the top of it screamed past our vans. It stopped, reversed back just long enough to allow us to see that there were three men with guns in it. It then bezzed it off again. This was pretty eerie Indiana.

We had another great meal here for lunch, and then decided it was time to move on. On the road further up, I got to live a dream. A Salisbury piss along the length of a steam train.

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