I arrived back in NZ at Christchurch airport to be greeted
with the news that a freak storm had ripped through the area and that there was
widespread major disruption. As if the poor people of Christchurch had not had
enough to contend with in recent times, the area where I was due to stay the
night, had thousands of trees down and no electricity, but they counted
themselves lucky - they had no significant structural damage. Fortunately my
hosts owned a small generator and that kept the fridges going, and the beers
cold, which we drank by candlelight.
The next morning it was off to the bus, for the 5 ½ hour bus
ride down to Dunedin where I was met by my hosts and good friends Claudie and
Benoit. It was really good to be back, even though the contrast between the
warm, sunny, vibrant Sydney and the rather dour and considerably cooler Dunedin
could not have been greater.
As well as getting back together with a few great mates, I
had come back to New Zealand for a number of other reasons. Firstly, as my visa
had expired, I had to leave Australia. Secondly I could continue my
recovery/recuperation, which was progressing well, but was ongoing, and, as
this was the closest place, if I had needed further contact with the medical
guys in Oz, I could easily fly back, and, thirdly, I had failed to get to see
the fjords last time I was here, due to poor weather and I really needed to try
and correct this.
Fjordland, is regarded by some, as the scenic highlight of
the whole country, so after a week in Dunedin I set off to see if it was worthy
of the hype.
There are two principle destinations, Milford Sound and
Doubtful Sound, located in the remote south western corner of the country and I
decided that I would try and get to both. I managed to do a great deal with a leading
tour company for a day tour to Milford and, the next day, an overnight cruise
in Doubtful but this meant that I had to first get up to Queeenstown where the
tours start from, so it was back on the bus for 4 hours to one of the most
popular and vibrant centres of the country.
Queenstown is a very pretty place, set on the shore of the
picturesque, z shaped, glacial Lake Wakatipu, with spectacular mountain views
all around. It was established in the late 19th century as a camp
town on the back of gold having been discovered in the nearby Arrow river and
is now a resort for summer tourists and winter sports enthusiasts alike, and
has many restaurants, bars, clubs and a busy shopping mall.
In the South Island that there are actually not that many
roads, so there is usually no choice of how you get to places. What appears to
be a relatively short distance between destinations on a map, can take an age
as there are mountain ranges that need to be circumnavigated. There are no
motorways in the south west and landslides and bad weather can prevent access
to, or from, a whole area, at any time of the year, often without warning. The
majority of the estimated ¾ million tourists a year that make the 6 hour round trip
from Queenstown, travel by coach in the company of informative and helpful
drivers, but it is what is outside that is the attraction and some of the
scenery is breathtaking especially on a picture perfect, sunny day that I was
lucky enough to get, it was amazing.
The incredible effects of glacial erosion are laid out in
front of you like a huge 3D textbook. U shaped valleys, hanging valleys,
moraine fields, drumlins and countless other
features that made me wish I had either paid a bit more attention to physical
geography, or at least had better recall of what I used to know. We also
stopped at the photogenic ‘mirror lakes’
where the world appears upside down as the mountains are reflected in the
surface of the perfectly calm, clear water.
From an engineering perspective, shortly before arriving in
Milford, you pass through the impressive Homer Tunnel, which runs ¾ mile
through a mountain of solid granite and was an incredible achievement for its
day. It was started in 1935 by men using picks and wheelbarrows and took nearly
20 years to complete, although this was interrupted by World War 2, and is
notable as it has to contend with the combination of massive extremes of
weather and, at certain times of the year, up to 40,000 litres of melt water an
hour percolating through it.
Milford itself is tiny, home to only about 100+ people who
are all employed in the tourist or conservation industries, but the harbour was
busy with tour boats, whilst overhead, planes and helicopters buzzed around
with their high paying clients. The Sound was discovered in 1812 by a Welshman,
John Grono. The entrance is not visible from the sea and James Cook had
previously mapped the coastline as just a shallow cove as he sailed past. Grono
sought shelter in this’ cove’ from a fierce storm, but noticed that it opened
up into a fjord and named it after his home town, Milford Haven, it was later
renamed Milford Sound, actually incorrectly, as a sound, technically, is a
drowned river valley rather than a glacial valley.
It stretches inland approximately 15 kilometres and its sheer
walls, waterfalls, lush, dense vegetation and tranquillity led Rudyard Kipling
to describe it as, ’the eighth natural wonder of the world’. As always there
are upsides and downsides of weather. The beautiful day made it perfect to take
the slow cruise out as far as The Tasman Sea, but the fact that it had not
rained, meant that the waterfalls were relatively quiet.
This area of New Zealand is one of the wettest parts of the world, annually receiving up to 7 metres of rain and when the high ground has been soaked there are literally hundreds of waterfalls that pour down the sheer valley walls, however there are still several lake fed falls that are permanently flowing and against the blue sky and bright sunshine they were sensational.
This area of New Zealand is one of the wettest parts of the world, annually receiving up to 7 metres of rain and when the high ground has been soaked there are literally hundreds of waterfalls that pour down the sheer valley walls, however there are still several lake fed falls that are permanently flowing and against the blue sky and bright sunshine they were sensational.
The 2 hour cruise starts and ends in front of Mitre Peak,
probably the most famous view of Fjordland and the half way point is turning at the fjord end in the Tasman Sea.
It is amazing to think that the mountains either side are only (roughly) half as high as the fjord is deep as this has been recorded as more than 400m in places.
The dense beech forest carpets the slopes giving way to vast scars in places, evidence of tree avalanches and rockfalls, some of which are earthquake related.
probably the most famous view of Fjordland and the half way point is turning at the fjord end in the Tasman Sea.
It is amazing to think that the mountains either side are only (roughly) half as high as the fjord is deep as this has been recorded as more than 400m in places.
The dense beech forest carpets the slopes giving way to vast scars in places, evidence of tree avalanches and rockfalls, some of which are earthquake related.
It was over all too soon but well worth the hype!
As I was going to visit Doubtful the next day, I stayed the
night in Te Anau, a small town approximately half way back to Queenstown,
again set on the side of a beautiful lake with a backdrop of snow capped
mountains. This is a staging point for both of the destinations and I could
therefore pick up the coach from Queenstown here, the following morning, for
the totally different journey to this fjord.
Unlike Milford there is no road access to Doubtful, rather
you need to cross, by high speed hydrofoil, the extremely deep, Lake Manapouri -
which is reputedly the largest accumulation of non frozen, fresh water in the
southern hemisphere - and then proceed through the Wilmot Pass -a steep narrow
road constructed using the spoil from excavations - from the lake to the fjord.
A colossal underground hydro electric power station was constructed at
the end of the lake and the pass was built so that all of the machinery could
be shipped in by sea, docked at the end of the fjord and transported to site
for its installation. Again this was an immense feat of engineering, and, was
it not for the fact that nearly of all of the electricity produced here is sent
to an enormous aluminium smelting plant in Invercargill, the energy produced
would be sufficient to satisfy all of the needs of the entire South Island.
This fjord was
explored by Cook, but as he ventured into it, he worried that he may be
becalmed and was doubtful of his ability to
get out again, hence the name. It is much bigger than Milford and comprises
three distinct arms.
It is not as immediately picturesque but its raw, natural beauty makes it every bit as engaging and although the weather was overcast, the clouds added to the atmosphere of this majestic location.
It is not as immediately picturesque but its raw, natural beauty makes it every bit as engaging and although the weather was overcast, the clouds added to the atmosphere of this majestic location.
The waters here have
an unusual characteristic. The heavier salt water sits underneath the ‘run off’
fresh water, which is itself stained, by tannins picked up by its course
through the surrounding soil producing an almost ’tea stained’ upper layer.
This upper layer limits light penetration of the water, resulting in a unique
marine ecosystem, normally associated with far deeper water, to exist in the fjord.
The cruise itself was aboard a replica ‘scow’, a flat
bottomed sailing barge very popular with immigrant sailors in the late 1800’s.
The sails are now for show but pretty impressive when unfurled and very fitting for the location. There are cabins and small shared dormitory’s, but as the boat was not full, I had the four berth accommodation to myself. The crew included a naturalist who advised of all of the points of interest as well as describing the flora and fauna which included a small pod of bottle nosed dolphins, basking fur seals and we even caught sight of a pair of extremely rare Fjordland Crested penguins.
The sails are now for show but pretty impressive when unfurled and very fitting for the location. There are cabins and small shared dormitory’s, but as the boat was not full, I had the four berth accommodation to myself. The crew included a naturalist who advised of all of the points of interest as well as describing the flora and fauna which included a small pod of bottle nosed dolphins, basking fur seals and we even caught sight of a pair of extremely rare Fjordland Crested penguins.
The moody skies and changing light,
whilst a contrast to the previous day, really played its part in adding to the experience and again we were lucky that the weather and sea were calm and this allowed us to get out into the open sea, affording a look back into the fjord, which the captain explained would only be possible maybe a dozen times a year.
whilst a contrast to the previous day, really played its part in adding to the experience and again we were lucky that the weather and sea were calm and this allowed us to get out into the open sea, affording a look back into the fjord, which the captain explained would only be possible maybe a dozen times a year.
This is truly an unpredictable and wild part of the world. The
latitude of this area is what is known as the Roaring 40’s. Forty degrees south
of the equator the winds whip around the planet and, as this is below South
Africa and Australia, the south west of New Zealand and the tip of South
America get battered by the full forces of nature.
Note :- If you want to
see some great aerial and scenic shots have a look at the tour operators web
page at
We moored for a while and a couple of people went out on
kayaks, I chose the more sedate trip out with the naturalist on a small tender
and, yes there is always one, Mr Bonkers from Sweden went swimming – he got
cramp and then shivered for three hours!!
The food was good, the bar was late, the beverages were very
reasonably priced and I met a young German couple who taught me a card game
called Ruf 66, which was so complicated that it made sub atomic particle
physics look about as daunting as a Burger King menu.
The next morning we sailed into another arm of the fjord and
were all invited up on deck. The engines were cut and we were asked to observe
5 minutes silence
..... the only sounds were the occasional bird call and the distant noise of a waterfall. In such a beautiful location you tend to forget about listening and it was a great idea.
..... the only sounds were the occasional bird call and the distant noise of a waterfall. In such a beautiful location you tend to forget about listening and it was a great idea.
However the experience is in stark contrast to what is
recorded by the first sailors to explore this area. When I was doing some
research before the trip I had read that the early visitors were staggered by
the noise the birds made, it was necessary to put your hands over your ears, it
was so loud.
Perhaps the bird population has decreased, or possibly it
was the fact, that 150 years ago, birds had never seen anything like it, as it
has to be remembered that, until man arrived, the only mammal to have ever
existed on the whole of New Zealand had been a very small bat!!
The impact of the Maori had been pretty low key. Blokes in
boats would certainly have been something to squawk about but they had no idea
of the carnage that was to come as the whalers and seal hunters moved in.
Within an hour it was back to the dock and time to retrace
the journey back to Dunedin. Fortunately Claudie, who had been on business near
by, picked me up in Queenstown and we returned to Dunedin via Arrowtown and a couple of smaller towns but all I could think of was the fjords!