Well I've been keeping myself not too busy. Every so often you just need to take it slow, and I am.
I spent a couple of days in Invercargill. It rained the first day and was freezing, but the second day it was just freezing so I checked out the garden and a bit of the museum where they have replicas of the motorcycle the Indian that holds the land speed record. Some of you may know it from the Anthony Hopkins movie Worlds Fastest Indian. As I travelled through both I dodged parents with young screaming kids who haven't even had their easter sugar yet.
Right now I'm on Stewart Island, and while my first impressions of it are that its beautiful, there is also a lot of rain. Hopefully it will clear up a bit tomorrow but I think I'll survive if it doesn't. I did a bit of a soaking wet hike today which was pretty but I didn't see many birds and just about fell off the trail. Oh rain, how you make trail conditions terrible.
The trail brings me to my title. When I arrived in Stewart Island I asked at the visitor centre about hikes. The lady pointed out a couple she thought I might like and suggested that I went on this one to start because "it was the flat part of the island". Amie I know has a different definition of flat than I do, probably because coming from Manitoba she knows what is to live somewhere very flat. Kiwi's have a real weird definition of flat. If you are on a trail, and at several points you require STAIRS to get up the hill, this is not flat. This is not even close to flat. Dear New Zealand, I love it here, but please stop getting my foolish Ontario hopes up when you describe trails to me.
Those are my adventures for today. I will take some time to back fill if it is raining tomorrow, but for now I need to investigate this whole dinner angle.
Lots of love from Down Under!
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