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Nick Rockel's avatar

Great photos! Ahh the canny Scots eh. No need for expensive sporting equipment. Got a rock? Got a telegraph pole? You’re good to go.

Dennis Coxon's avatar

Gotta be good for the soul, body, head and whatever…… enjoy!

GraemeS's avatar

We were lucky enough to live in the Manapouri Hydro Village in the late 60s. Its a special part of the world. Enjoy.

David Chaloner's avatar

Go well.

Lyn Stark's avatar

Visited this beautiful lake and surrounding area in February. Wondered why it had taken me so long. Thanks for the lovely photos. Have fun.

Michael Smythe's avatar

Okay - the weather forecast for Fiordland has suddenly become meaningful. Go well.

Mac Stevenson's avatar

Enjoy enjoy enjoy

Patrick Lam's avatar

Have a fantastic trip!

Winston Moreton's avatar

Cool. Keep the LongJohns handy and the 5kms regular

Debra Dorrington's avatar

Fantastic!

Marnie M's avatar

Fired up on Easter eggs, and he's off! Can you bring us back photos of the Aurora?

Robin Capper's avatar

Enjoy

Dan McKirdy's avatar

You can’t beat the deep south on a good day.

Loved the hoots and the cabers.

We used to play tossing the caber in Scotland (sounds a bit rude when you say it just like that). On one occasion I threw the pole into the air and it went up ok but not forward. It came back and landed flat on my head. If you add that to the time when I fell backwards whilst skating with hob nailed boots on the iced school playground and smashed my head on the concrete......It is no wonder that I act strangely from time to time.

Love your prose. So alive!

Mark Dixon's avatar

Well done for surviving those.

Dan McKirdy's avatar

I fortunately have a very tough head. “ He’s got a head like a stairhead” as they used to say in Scotland. Or to be more linguistically exact: “ He’s got a heid like a stairheid.”

Alma Rae's avatar

Go, you intrepid thing you! Have a wonderful time.

Jill Proudfoot's avatar

How fabulous! I love Te Anau too, and this stirs memories for me,so I'll go ahead and hope they don't bore you. In the late sixties my girlfriend Wendy and I, aged eighteen, did "hostessing" on the boat that took people to Glade House at the start of the Milford Track. I recall that the naughtiest children who ever came on the boat were the progeny of Lockwood Smith, who was Minister of Education at the time! As newly trained, idealistic young school teachers with no children of our own, Wendy and I were horrified and maybe a tiny bit judgmental ...

On the way back we would frequently pick up deer hunters, and once they carried a tiny fawn whose mother had been shot onto the boat, a delightful little creature with enormous eyes. The tenderness with which the hunters treated the fawn was a stark contrast to the sudden death they had inflicted on its mother.

Hope you enjoy the big walk David!