Fiordland is what they call the maze of mountains and sea that makes up part of the west coast of the South Island. One of these fjords is the Milford Sound, and anyone who is in that part of the country would be a fool to miss it. So, despite my low funds, when I got offered a lift, I jumped at the chance. The cloudy day made the place look even more mysterious and magical, and the shower we had on the way in just meant that the steep mountainsides where covered by a huge amount of cascades that would disappear in a few hours. This Maori myth strikes me as a beautifull way to describe Fiordland:
When the god Tu-te-raki-whanoa finished creating the landscape of Fiordland, it was absolutely stunning...so stunning that it stopped people from working. They just stood around gazing at the beauty instead. The goddess Hinenuitepo became angry at these unproductive people, so she created the sandfly to bite them and stop them lingering in the beautifull Fjordland....
A few stops on the way home; some voluntary, others not....
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