Tuesday, 8 December 2009

And the winner of the most perfect campsite view is...


... this was a stopover on our way through the Catlins, on the Southern Scenic Route. It was at the end of a 6km gravel road, but that meant that only us and about 5 other campers were there.










Apart from that is these fellows... we were walking along the beach before the 'bar' opened and walked towards what I thought was a nice bit of drift wood... how wrong could I be... and how cute they were.



Question...


What's 18958 kilometres away from most of you reading this now?
Answer - me, taking this photo on the 7th Dec at Bluff, NZ's most southerly town. Cool.

More like a controlled crash...


...that's how Andrew, Mike's next pilot described his potential landing in the grass field.. surprisingly Mike still hopped into the front seat as you can see. To set the scene, we'd just arrived at Wayne and Pams house in Queenstown, (who we travelled with in India) when straight away came the offer of a Queenstown adrenaline experience not available in the guide books.
Their slightly eccentric friend, Andrew, needed to collect his handbuilt plane from Queenstown airport after it had been in the workshop for 5 years and there was a spare seat.
First stop though was the landing field to round up the sheep in the subaru, so the 'runway' could be seen. Then off to Queenstown Internation Airport.. take off preparations didn't take long... emergency exits were, well, pretty pointless without a parachute and there would be no trolley service. Wayne and I dashed back to the field to make sure it was still sheep free (it wasn't, so another quick spin around in the car) and moments later were witness to a pretty perfect looking landing and a just slightly shaken looking Mike. Only in NZ...
A special thanks to Wayne and Pam for their fantastic hospitality whilst we were in Queenstown.. we really appreciated it and hope we can do the same when you're in the UK next...

Not so tall afterall...


In the past Mike and I have sometimes been differentiated by our height.. Mike S being referred to as tall Mike, myself as short Mike. I normally just accept this, but at last we have photographic evidence that proves that I am in fact considerably taller. Apologies will be accepted. Thankyou.







The Milford Experience...


After a lot, and I mean A LOT of consideration, we decided to put our trust in a kiwi called Andy to get us to Milford Sound and back. This was our transport.. and Mike looking quite relaxed before take off. The flight was pretty smooth, just the odd air pocket, which felt like a drop of 50ft.. though it was probably more like 5. When all said and done, even though there is a lot of hype about Milford, it IS stunning.. and the flight was amazing... so much so that we have dedicated a whole picture album to the trip.. which you've probably already been bored with. Little did Mike know at the time, but this wouldn't be his only small plane experience of NZ... read on!