The Chasm

The photos don't do it justice. I can also finally attest to all the stories about wild keas being rambunctious little troublemakers. I returned to the parking lot to find this guy tearing up rubber parts on the underside of my car. I had to half crawl under the car to shoo him away, much to the amusement of the busload of tourists taking pictures. He then skipped gleefully away across the parking lot with his characteristic "drunken sailor" gait, as it's described locally. Last I saw, he was harassing an old Indian woman trying to sell coffee out of her van.Weiterlesen