The last day on the Hollyford Track, they let us off easy. We jet boated out to the sand bar where many a ship had crashed trying to service the few settlements back in the day. I could try to retell the hilarious and harrowing stories of the hard-core settlers, and Maori legends that explained the biological idiosyncrasies of the indigenous plants, but there’s no way I could capture the magic of hearing it all from your guides when you’re standing on a at the edge of a tiny island in the middle of the pacific ocean.
So I’ll just tell you — it was real cool.
The last leg of our journey was a helicopter ride from Martin’s Bay, down the coast and into Milford Sound, one of the most beautiful places in New Zealand – and helicopter is the a great way to see it. We had sunny skies, but when it’s raining, I hear the walls of the sound are covered in cascading waterfalls.
We were serenaded by our new friends with songs from their homelands on the four hour bus ride back to Queenstown and ended our night with a way-nicer-than-we-could-afford dinner. Here’s to eating Ramen noodles for the rest of my life — but it was worth it.