For Vengeance They All Cried

Greymouth Cops On My Back Blues

'Tis true, pride comes before a fall and having been chuffed at our progress of the day before today as we travel to Fox Glacier I am on a straight road, the sun is shining and the Plod pull me over and fine me for speeding. It was a fair cop guv' and the plod in question was perfectly civil and pleasant and didn't give me a lecture just a fine and information on where to pay it!

Somewhat slower than planned we found our way to Fox Glacier. Check into the motel, grab food at Neve's Cafe and Monst attempts to sort a helicopter flight for that day. Doesn't happen it's too windy up top so instead we tramp to the base of the Glacier (I look for bears and fox's muttering things about mints but nothing doing) and head to a Gillespies beach that promises seals but delivers driftwood.

Eat later in the Saddle Pack and virtually exhaust the local eateries... Hobnail Cafe and Bakery we leave out.

Whirly Birds to Queenstown

Flight up to Jackson's shelf above Fox Glacier. The helicopter is a glorified vibrator! Still the family enjoy it and it's good to see waht from it's foot looks like a very grubby glacier more pristine up top. Snow landing is an opportunity for photies, Cal to throw the obligatory snow balls and for me to slip and fall on my arse. Coming down don't half hurt the ears.

Drive to Queenstown is long and slow obeying speed limits. Scenery is breathtaking, Monst and Cal kip out back and miss a treat. We stop for lunch. I have my first winter cold so arrival at Queenstown is a relief to say the least.

Chinese for tea then Irish Coffee to try and chase away the cold.

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