Day started in similar fashion to previous mornings, cooler and with road coiling snakelike around Lake Te Anau. Then, just as the sun was breaking free of the clouds, road plunged like a switchback into thick woods. Just when I'd settled myself into tight turns, lower gears and counter steering, road veers to the west climbing all the way to its high point at Homer Tunnel.
They are currently resurfacing steep descent inside and I'll remember to stow my dark glasses before entering tunnel on the way back. Not my cleverest moment negotiating potholes, removing specs and then wondering which hand to hold them in. Would I need clutch or brakes when I reached daylight? Both was obviously the answer!
Milford Sound is NZ most famous visitor attraction - and on the boat trip I took earlier down the Sound, I easily see why, isolated and breathtakingly beautiful. Everything within it is dwarfed by its grandeur
To make myself feel totally insignificant, tomorrow I'm out for a more intimate experience with this place Rudyard Kipling called the Eighth Wonder of the World, a dawn sea kayak trip, to not only experience the Sound close up but get a bit of exercise after all those road miles.
In the meantime enjoying staying in wonderful cabin with views of towering mountains all the way down to a babbling stream next to my terrace. Bliss
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