Pho­tos fail to do it jus­tice

Shepparton News - - TRAVEL - By Lau­ren Bordin

Shortly af­ter ar­riv­ing in New Zea­land I stopped tak­ing mul­ti­ple pic­tures at ev­ery stop­ping point.

I could not cap­ture the ex­act cool turquoise of the lakes or the way the blue haze of the moun­tains looked as I gazed up at them dur­ing an early morn­ing cruise on Mil­ford Sound.

There was no way to have the right set­ting on my phone cam­era to show the glacier face at Franz Josef Glacier while still be­ing able to pick up the yel­low and mus­tard of the growth on the rocks around it.

In the end it was just all too difÅcult to cap­ture in a pic­ture the feel­ing of be­ing in a place that seemed like it was at the end of the earth. New Zea­land had a bit of ev­ery­thing. At times it re­minded me of Aus­tria with its lus­cious green coun­try­side — al­though sheep in­stead of cows with bells lit­tered the Åelds.

Head­ing over in early Oc­to­ber, the snow­capped moun­tains were a re­minder of the Scot­tish High­lands, al­though the bright blue skies and sun in New Zea­land was a clear sign this was not Scot­land.

Around Franz Josef on the west coast of the south is­land there was plenty to be oc­cu­pied with other than the glacier it­self — cru­cial, re­ally, given a trip to the small town of Franz Josef more of­ten than not is met with poor weather that grounds the he­li­copters that take trav­ellers to the top of the glacier.

A rain­for­est walk to start the day al­most had me for­get I was across the ditch, not just tak­ing a stroll in the Ot­ways.

Want­ing to see the glacier face, the 90-minute re­turn stroll to the open­ing was a high­light, and for yet an­other time in New Zea­land I stopped off along the way to reÅll my drink bot­tle at the bot­tom of a wa­ter­fall.

On a bleak day, the colours on the rocks re­minded me of Mid­dle Earth and movies set in an­other time when the land was less touched by hu­mans.

It is no won­der Steven Spiel­berg chose to Ålm Juras­sic Park in New Zea­land, al­though that Ålm­ing took place closer to Mil­ford Sound in Fiord­land Na­tional Park.

Tak­ing a boat cruise along a wa­ter course formed by a glacier with big moun­tains on ei­ther side and countless water­falls was enough to make me for­get that an ex­tra layer of cloth­ing would not have gone astray.

New Zea­land is less about ci­ties and more about ad­mir­ing na­ture.

But Christchurch had its own quirks and kept me well oc­cu­pied for my Årst few days in New Zea­land. Con­struc­tion is ev­ery­where as the city re­builds af­ter 185 peo­ple died in an earth­quake in 2011 and the pop­u­la­tion of the city dras­ti­cally dwin­dled.

Ha­gley Park, com­plete with Aussie Rules goal­posts in one pocket, takes up a large chunk of the city and in­cludes Christchurch’s botanic gar­dens. With su­perb weather dur­ing my time there I

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