Fiord Land!

So, I survived both of their bungy jumps miraculously enough. We drove on to Milford Sound, famous for it's beautiful waterways through the fiords. They get 9 metres of rain per year. So, it was raining. The good news is, when it rains cats and dogs, which is WAS, there are waterfalls EV-ER-Y-where. It started with, "Ooh, look at the waterfall, Mom!" Then it was, "Ooh, there's another one, Ross!" "Diantha, there's two over there." Then we just quit talking and gazed out the windows in amazement. We counted over 21 on one mountainside area alone. We're told when the rain stops, within 20 the waterfalls are gone. We did not get to see that.

We stayed in a lodge at the base of the mountains and the entrance to the fiords. It was dark. It was damp. It was pouring. Our bunkhouse was a mixed dorm for 7 people. That night it held four American college kids from the east coast hoping to trek for 3 days if it stopped raining, which it did not, and us. I was at the car when Pat and Ross met them just moving into the room, too. The boys were being polite, asking where we wanted our beds. "I don't know," says Pat. "I'll ask my wife." He says the boys just looked at each other. When I walked in they were all staring at me. Well. We chose our beds and bunked down, me and all the guys! Let's just say, I don't remember such a stench growing up with two sisters.

The next morning we boarded our tour boat for two hours on the sound. Fantastic. Soaking wet, freezing cold, and fantastic. We saw seals on the rocks, but it was not dolphin season, apparently.

Our drive after took us out of the sound and over to the east coast to Dunedin, home of, among other things, the Cadbury chocolate factory. Yes!