Milford Sound
We got up today and said our sad good-byes to Queenstown. I loved it there. Once I had the opportunity to reflect on all the crazy stuff we did, I realized that I have truly lived every moment of this trip. It was incredible.
After leaving Queenstown, we discovered that our tour was going to overlap our flight back to North America. I freaked. It was that stress and the stress of the photo debacle (ask me about the photos another time) that got to me.
Becky and I had to book a flight from Queenstown to Christchurch a day before the trip was set to end. Not happy about the money but somewhat relieved to be off the bus a day early.
Tomorrow we are hopping off the bus and going to stay in Christchurch.
Sarah organized a secret friend gift exchange for the last few days of our trip. I got Lucy. I bought her a cuddly sheep pillow for the rest of her trip. She really liked it.
The bus ride was relatively uneventful until we reached Fjordland National park.
As I learned, a fjord is a valley which has been carved out by glacier. The scenery here is unbelievable. My photos don't do it justice. It is so spectacular. The world is so amazing. I feel so privileged to have seen this place. There are glacial waterfalls pouring down the mountain side and the greenery is insanely beautiful. We travelled thorough towards Milford Sound (aka, the "Milf").
It was super rainy today but it didn't get to us. We frolicked in a field, drank glacial springs and went through the Homer tunnel ("d'oh!").
At about 5, we arrived at the Wanderer, our boat. We boarded the boat and went for a cruise. We anchored in a quiet spot and went kayaking and swimming. I was too cold but Becky went and had a great time.
Dinner was served and was delicious. We played some board games including subjective "Guess Who". Lots of laughs!
Becky and I bunked with Renee and Krystal in a tiny room. They were great roommates.
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