Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish went the helipcopters blades as we swooped to the uppermost reaches of Frans Josef Glacier into complete isolation and as the pilot pulled some really good "Black Hawk Down" moves. On landing we had the place to ourselves in an iceage wilderness and it was breathtaking.
Our guide pointed out the steep sloping frozen waterfall section of the flacier which moves quite fast and one of the group asked could we hike up it. The answer was "no its impassible". As if on cue twenty tons of ice broke away with a thunderous crash. "Thats why" said the guide.
Back onto the horse as I headed North and a quick stop at the pancake rocks at Putakaika before heading on to finally pitch the tent at Westport where as I washed the dishes in the campsite kitchen I got chatting to Polly from Brighton. Polly was about to embark on a beginners kayak course at the New Zealand kayak school to bring her up to speed to keep up with her boyfriend who is into kayaking back in the UK. I'd also been planning checking out the school for a lesson and Polly gave me the leaflet on the intensive four day course. It was a big committment but also a great opportunity. I'd sleep on it and decide in the morning.

As I lay in my tent the Mark Twain quote "Twenty years from now its the things you did not do, rather than the things you did, that you will regret" so I picked up the phone and dialled Mick at the kayak school............
1 comment:
Ha Ha Ha. I'm famous!
Team combat became one!
Keep up the stories. Brilliant! Polly
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