Doubtful Sound aint a Sound

our long distance journey in new zealand led us down south to Te Anau, where Leo and me decided to avoid the mass of tourists and didn't make one day trip to the famous Milford Sound.

first crossing a lake we were guided through a power plant all built in a massive mountain. a 20km ride on a bus on a steep pathway to a fjord called Doubtful Sound. it isn't a sound actually cause a sound is made by the strong water of a sea. a fjord is digged out by the force of a glacier.

the beautiness of the nature is undescribable, though you can hardly find sunny weather in the southeastern sounds of new zealand. it's not really raining - the natives won't call it like that - it's more quite strong drizzling.

until that night we haven't really had problems with accomodation. to make about 350km of 900 on the way back to christchurch we left Te Anau to the West Coast the same night. we had already booked a cabin. the guy of the resort told us, "i'll leave the door to number 7 open and the key inside, i won't be awake after 10pm". we arrived there at 12.30am and found the doors closed. nobody was here, even not reachable. in the middle of nowhere 14km away from the next small village in the middle of the night. the 14km weren't the problem, more that even in the village wasn't anybody to give us a room for the night. the police was closed too.

fuel should reach for another 100km so we just decided to make the way to Fox Glacier 117km further. Fortunately there was a very friendly Crocodile Dundee-Cowboy-crossbreed who gave us a key. with a whole lot of sleep we were able to visit Fox Glacier and Franz Josef Glacier the next day.