I took 3 days to drive from Nelson to Queenstown, staying in Air BnB's along the way. It rained, I got lost, the wind was INSANE, it rained again and then I arrived at the airport to pick up two weary travellers.
The one they call Jordan (whom I call sister).
The one they call Rivers (whom I call Rivers).
Finally greeted with clear skies we tramped through the river bed of our first ancient glacier.
Notice there is not a picture here, what we assumed would be an hour hike turned out to be roughly 15 minutes of walking before we couldn't go any further. Due to, you guessed it, extensive rainfall, approaching the giant block of ice was inadvisable.
The second glacier walk was notably more successful as can be seen in the picture of Rivers.**
(Insert summary of a 6 hour drive)
We saw a rainbow!
Once again we were gifted with a sunny day and we walked/power walked/aggressively manoeuvred 6 hours of the famous Abel Tasman track and no one fell. Not even once. Part of this track can be seen in the picture of Jordan.*** We ate amazing indian food, walked to the centre of New Zealand,
and then promptly flew to Wellington to have adventures with family. So, minus the week of family fun, which I'm not willing to write about in the same post, there. you. have. it.
I am back in Nelson now with nothing to do but work and write about my thoughts and memories and how incredibly grateful I am to have family and friends who flew to the other side of the planet and visited me. I will get better at this I promise. End.
*Four times. I fell four times. One of those times I fell so hard I broke my portable charger right in half. This was not a good day.
**We got much closer, but honestly that picture is way cooler and I'm not in the business of wasting your time.
*** Saving your precious moments once again.