Stu : After the excitement of Fox Glacier and Queenstown Team Tui (as we will now henceforth be known! Just in case you were wondering we had a Tui campervan) headed down the country to Milford Sounds. As the crow flies this journey would probably be around 60kms but as always the Kiwis like to make things interesting so we had a 250kms trip down then backup to Milford Sounds through some pretty hairy country roads. The campervan looked like we’d done the Darkar rally in it by the time we arrived into Milford.
The Sounds are renowned for being the most scenic in New Zealand and they certainly didn’t disappoint. Even the drive there was spectacular. Once in Milford Team Tui disbanded for the day and Amy and I decided to do a scenic day walk. Unfortunately this turned out to be more like an Indiana Jones battle through thick bush so after 2 hours of ankle breaking terrain we decided to retire. Safety first people !
After Milford we headed North to Mount Cook (highest mountain in Oceania) National Park with a stopover for a spot of roadside campervan “free” camping. Once the horror \ ghost stories stopped we got to sleep for the best night’s kip I think any of us had. It was ridiculously dark and quiet and certainly made the mid-morning toilet trip from the top bunk interesting. Mount Cook itself was more spectacular than I had imagined. This was probably partly due to the fact that various avalanches on the side of the Mount had resulted in the Mount looking like Jabba the Hutt. So henceforth we would refer to the Mount as Jabba.
After a potter around the village we took a walk up to a viewpoint to the Mount and sat around for ages listening to the booming and cracking sounds of distant avalanches around the Mount. All good stuff….well at a safe distance anyway.
Then on to Akaroa and what has to be the most ridiculous hill drive attempted in a Hyundai Accent (we had luckily traded in the Tui Campervan for a high powered, shit off a shovel, 1.3l Hyundai Accent…..ahem). I say luckily because if we had attempted the hill drive in the campervan our blog certainly wouldn’t be getting updated any time soon ! We had booked into a holiday cottage the night before but didn’t realise quite how epic the journey would be. The windy country road soon turned into a 2.5 in 1 gradient, off road gravel track. The Lloyd superior driving gene soon kicked in though and after a 20minute ascent over the 3km hill road we finally made it to our cottage and the views of the bays and surrounding hills certainly made the effort worthwhile (see pic attached, our cottage was the one to the right of the photo nearest to the beach).
The following day Amy and I booked a fishing trip and headed out to the Pacific Ocean to see what we could catch. We were pretty lucky and our haul of 6 red cod (3 of which we kept), sea perch and rigg sharks certainly went down a treat on the BBQ that night. The highlight of the trip had to be when the skipper had a bite on his line and started reeling in. His face began to grow puzzled at the lack of success he was having getting his catch up. So much so he had to start reeling the line around his arm just to make head way. Finally though he managed to get the “sea monster” up. It was an 8ft long conger eel which he reckoned to be 70 year old. What a beast it was. He obviously had to let it go as there was no way he was going to get that fella on the boat. Cracking day all round apart from the first ever bout of sea sickness I had ever experienced. Certainly wasn’t pleasant and even though I tried to concentrate on the horizon it was so bloody choppy that all I got was sea, then sky, then sea then sky. Still…..I fought well and luckily the brekkie stayed down !






