Sorry for the interuption of OZ posts, but the other day was beyond words - or at least words I know.
I took a trip to a place called Doubtful Sound on the South Island and was moved to write poetry (or at least haiku). There was a stretch (maybe about 13 km) that was perhaps the most beautiful place I have ever seen in my life. Out of this world.
Snow capped mountains poked through misty clouds. The snow was replaced by a temperate rain forest as the hills fell into dark green valleys. The beech trees were wild - they didn't have any leaves and the branches were twisted and covered with moss and ferns. It was so beautiful and its frustrating to know I can't describe it adequately.
Of course, I was in a bus and it was killing me that there was no way to stop and take pictures or even take a closer look, but it was awesome. Unfortunately, the bus tour or a multi-day walk are the only ways to reach this place easily. For the trip I was on, we took a 45 min boat ride to the bus for 22 km then 3 hours on another boat in a only slightly less spectacular place.
Perhaps it is fitting that I only have memories of it and not photos.
Today will be a top 5 highlight from my trip.
Eventually (in the next week) I'll get some photos of the cruise on Doubtful Sound posted.
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