These magnificent sentries are like dare-you-to-pass guardians of ancient realms. I felt like I should have to decode an ancient rune or dodge poison darts whilst leaping from rock to rock over a wide mountain stream to gain entry. But that day but we were allowed to drive peacefully on through.
Rainy, rainy the night before, Milford Sound woke moody and blue in the morning. It happened sometimes, and it frankly wished the tourists would quite imagining that every day was sunshine and fairies. It sent a sand fly to bite one with a camera. Yeah. That kind of moody.
The moment you know it's all about Perspective.
