After a little recovery after Challange Wanaka irondistance triathlon, I
headed to Queenstown and further to Glenorchy to do some walking tracks. Not I
should forget to mention the stop at
Fergburger in Queenstown itself. These guys make such incredibly good burgers
(well, I can only tell from the SweetBambi, as this is the one I always go for)
that people line up and wait up to one hour for their meal.
But back to my storyline. Back in the lonely valley around Glenorchy and
Kinloch, I went for a nice half-day walk up the Glacier burn track. It it
quiet steep and leads through forest until it finally breaks through the tree
line. After about 2h I stopped to have a break at a small stream with
excellent view. A good day to start the tracking part of my journey. I
thought.
Unfortunately my starter had nearly died in the meantime, so this being
almost weekend it was hard to find a garage to check for this. Well, I got
stuck in and around Queenstown for 4 days, which meant toggling between
Fergsburger und trying to start my car. At least it started sometimes, so I
could drive around a little bit. 400 NZD lost, but hey, I new starter is
something...
Then the rain started. So where to go? I decided for Dunedin via
Alexandra, only using free camping sites (need to "earn" the starter
back). Basically this was the right decicion as I had stable weather and
sunshine on almost every following afternoon. Spend my time with taking
pictures and catching some sunshine.
Still trying to catch some views on the southern light (auora australis)
I drove further south. But I completly forgot about the moon phase. Full moon
is quite a pitty for that dude... At least I got some awesome sunrise in the
Catlins (with heavy rain afterwards).
Then it rained. And rained. And it rained again.
So I left the Catlins behind and set my next destination for NZ' deepest
Lake. Lake Hauroko. As this is reached only after 20km of gravel road, I was
quite lucky to find a free campsite with only 2 other campers. Fair deal.
What else to expect as I tried to get my dinner ready before being eaten
alive by those nasty Sandflies. Well, I have to admit that this dinner was
probably the best meal I have ever cooked by myself. And the blue cod at French
pass already was delicious.
See for yourself: Venison medaillons with bacon-cranberry-broccoli.
Yammi.
