Way back at easter time went down to the Abel Tas National Park on the mainland, and paddled promptly off it. I’ve heard from endless foreigners who’ve visited NZ how great the park is so it was time to see it for meself. It did seem a bit silly that they’d circled the globe to find it, and I’d never been. Luckily all them strangers were right; it is great. We kayaked for four days in this tropical slice of the South Island, camped over in idyllic bays at night, spotted lots of seals and birds, swam, walked, played the usual beach sports, and it was fun. Was not a wilderness experience, with trampers and kayakers and watertaxis and whatnot (even giardia) all over the place, but still outside, peaceful and beautiful. Here are some photos of Dan’s, shamelessly stolen:
[...] year, another easter, another paddling trip on another Great Walk in another National Park. After the Abel Tasman last year, this is in danger of becoming a tradition. Pretty good tradition though! Like last year, four days [...]