We awoke to the sound of helicopters flying all around. They’re rubbing it in. I also have a conspiracy theory. The road to Fox Glacier was, apparently, completely
destroyed by the storms a couple of weeks ago meaning that the only possible
method of reaching the glacier is via helicopter. The heli-businesses around here must be
rubbing their hands together with glee. I
think they are all fully booked!
Views of Fox Glacier.... as close as we could get! |
As a helicopter flight to the glacier is out of our price
range we have booked something a little bit different to go and see the
glacier…. A two-hour horse trek. We were
booked on the 1130am ride when we were introduced to our trusty steeds – a ‘Bay’
called ‘95’ for me and a ‘Palomino’ called Shammy for Simon.

The
helicopters continued to fly over our heads regularly making me feel guilty
because I know that Simon would much rather be in a helicopter than riding a
horse! We were out for over two hours in
the end and were aching by the end of that time, so we were happy to jump off
and thank our hoofed helpers.
We headed into the town to grab a couple of things for lunch
as it was now nearly 2pm. We both felt
that we hadn’t really ‘seen’ the glacier properly despite our efforts on
horseback. We decided to squeeze in a
speedy 30-minute walk to reach a viewpoint closer to the glacier and get some
photos.
Franz Josef Glacier (on foot!) |
A Silvereye |
New Zealand Pigeon |
Then it was time to get some driving done for the day! We didn’t stop too many more times and were
both exhausted from all of the fresh air we’d had by the time we reached
Greymouth at about 6pm.
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