Stewart Island

Afsted det gik fra Bluff med færgen til Stewart Island, som var en af de mere hoppende/gyngende færger, jeg har været med i i meget lang tid. Det var heldigvis overstået efter en times tid. Jeg var ret så glad for, at jeg allerede havde booket flyveren til turen hjemad.

Den første aften tog jeg på pingvintur langs kysten, hvor jeg håbede at spotte nogle. Jeg så noget svømme rundt i vandet, så jeg fik overbevist mig selv om, at det må have været to pingviner.

Dagen efter startede jeg på en såkaldt Great Walk, hvilket betyder, at de er tilgængelige for alle, og at der er bygget broer selv over de mindste vandløb. Om aftenen var min plan at lytte/kigge efter kiwifugle, men jeg kom ikke ud af teltet, da det regnede og blæste en del.

Om morgenen vågnede jeg op til en flot solopgang og nød min langsomme morgen med varm kakao. Derefter gik jeg videre til det næste campsted, hvor der desværre ikke var nogen udsigt, da det var midt i skoven.

Næste morgen vågnede jeg med ondt i halsen og meget lidt energi, og det viste sig senere på dagen, at jeg havde fået mig en rigtig træls forkølelse. De resterende planer, som jeg havde for de kommende dage på Stewart Island, blev derfor desværre ikke til noget, og siden alt på øen var fuldt optaget, blev jeg de resterende dage i mit telt i Oban (øens eneste by), indtil jeg kunne flyve tilbage mod Invercargill.

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Off I went from Bluff by ferry to Stewart Island, which was one of the more bumpy and rocking ferry rides I’ve experienced in a very long time. Fortunately, it was over after about an hour. I was quite happy that I had already booked a flight for the journey back.

On the first evening, I went on a penguin tour along the coast, hoping to spot some. I saw something swimming around in the water, so I convinced myself that it must have been two penguins.

The next day, I started one of the so-called Great Walks, which means they are accessible to everyone and that bridges have been built even over the smallest streams. In the evening, my plan was to listen and look for kiwi birds, but I didn’t get out of my tent because it was raining and quite windy.

In the morning, I woke up to a beautiful sunrise and enjoyed a slow morning with hot cocoa. Afterwards, I continued to the next campsite, where unfortunately there was no view, as it was in the middle of the forest.

The following morning, I woke up with a sore throat and very little energy, and later that day it became clear that I had caught a really annoying cold. The remaining plans I had for the coming days on Stewart Island unfortunately had to be cancelled, and since everything on the island was fully booked, I spent the remaining days in my tent in Oban (the island’s only town) until I could fly back to Invercargill.Baca lagi