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The Divide and Milford Sound, New Zealand

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Queenstown to Milford Sound

To get from Queenstown to Milford Sound is not as easy as it might look on a bird’s map. The two towns are only about 40 miles apart, but it’s 40 miles over the the Southern Alps’ Main Divide. For those of us without wings, our road is 180 miles and a ~4 hour trip each way. On our day trip to Milford Sound, we were lucky to have Greg as our GreatSights bus driver / tour guide. When Greg saw my camera (or maybe it was Bryan’s beer t-shirt?), he invited us to sit in the front row so that I could more easily move into the front door’s jump seat for good photos at key viewing points. 

Reflection in Mirror Lakes, in Fiordland National Park, South Island, New Zealand
Reflection in Mirror Lakes, Fiordland National Park, South Island, New Zealand.
Sky and Mountains reflecting in Mirror Lakes, in Fiordland National Park, South Island, New Zealand
Sky and Mountains reflecting in Mirror Lakes, Fiordland National Park, South Island, New Zealand.

Like all of the bus drivers, Greg knew his New Zealand. He told us so many things about his country…I couldn’t write fast enough to get them all down and ended up with fragments like “can’t chop fallen trees”. We stopped several times that day for sights, and for bathroom breaks, or as Greg said in his sparkling wit, “to spend a penny”. Roadside sights included Mirror Lakes, a river near Livingstone which Greg assured us was 100% pure to drink from “just like the ads said”, and the Chasm. The Chasm is a dramatic and deep gap where the water of the Cleddau River falls, swirls and bubbles down among the sculpted rocks and caverns beneath two viewing bridges.

100% Pure New Zealand, Fiordland National Park
A 100% pure New Zealand river, in Fiordland National Park. 

We passed a marker indicating we were at 45 degrees South, the halfway-point between the Equator and the South Pole. How lucky and strange if felt to see that, remembering that I’d been at 45 degrees North in November with my mother somewhere in Oregon! What a big wide world.

The Divide

We were on our way to Milford Sound. A place that has been called the 8th wonder of the world. Equally impressive and awesome was The Divide, and the Homer Tunnel that goes through to Milford Sound. We were passing through the Fiordland National Park, the land becoming rocky, dramatic, treeless, and dwarfing our bus. Greg explained that the Divide runs from Greymouth to Invercargill and that the area around Fiordlands has more earthquakes than anywhere else in New Zealand because it sits on three fault lines. He reassured us that *only* 2,000 quakes were actually felt in 2016, the rest were imperceptible. The bus was all whispers and shutters snapping as we made our way into the valley between the rock mountains. The tops of those mountains were only visible if you stretched your head to your knees to look up out your window, or if you looked straight up, out the thoughtfully-planned glass roof of the GreatSights bus. We slowed to get in the queue for the Homer Tunnel.

South Island roads are different. Allow more time. The Divide, South Island, New Zealand.
“South Island roads are different. Allow more time.” Yes, indeed! The Divide, South Island, New Zealand.
Queuing for the Homer Tunnel, Fiordland National Park, New Zealand
Queuing for the Homer Tunnel, Fiordland National Park, New Zealand

Greg told us the story of the tunnel as we waited to go into the tiny entryway. The Homer Tunnel is a 0.75 mile-long tunnel through solid rock. Construction began in 1935 with a team of just 5 men with pickaxes. Other men joined them, and working in tough conditions, they managed to break through to the other side in only 5 years. However, it took much longer to widen and complete the tunnel because of World War II, and an avalanche in 1945. The tunnel finally opened in 1954 after 19 years of construction. It is wide enough for a bus and a car to pass each other, but lights regulate a one-way flow of traffic.

We entered the mouse hole and felt the road begin its steep decline, the wet tunnel walls so very close to the bus windows. Greg told us that this area receives an astounding 39+ feet of rain every year. As we exited the tunnel and saw the breathtaking steep road winding down into the Cleddau Valley, Greg’s voice quaked in pride, “It makes me the luckiest man in the world to have this as my workplace…imagine this on a rainy day when the sun breaks through, water pouring off these mountain walls like a champagne waterfall. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ll ever see.”

"Imagine this a champagne waterfall on a rainy day!" Fiordland National Park, New Zealand
“Imagine this on a rainy day, when the sun breaks through, water pouring off these mountain walls like a champagne waterfall!” Looking back up at the tunnel’s exit awning. Fiordland National Park, New Zealand.
The Chasm and tiny people looking in. New Zealand.
The Chasm with people on a footbridge looking in. New Zealand.

Milford Sound

Milford Sound, or the sing-song Piopiotahi in Maori, is grand, is moody, and is all the things you’ve ever heard describing it. Our 2+ hour lunch cruise took us out past forested fiord mountains, low-flying clouds, deep blue-gray water, and a hard-misting rain. Everything seemed black and white, unnaturally quiet, and Jurassic. We were nothing there on that water, just dots on a dot, on a trickle of water running between those ancient mountains. We passed through the bad weather into the blue skies of the Tasman Sea at the end of fiord. The boat came back into a completely different weather system, sunny and lighthearted now instead of the moody Milford we’d felt on the way out. Dolphins passed our boat from behind, criss-crossing in front like it was a race. Young male seals watched us as we watched them. The cruise captain stuck the nose of the boat under a waterfall, rainbows shooting out in the water droplets blowing back over the boat. Small prop planes took off over us giving bird’s-eye view tours.

My favorite part of this day will always be the image of a champagne waterfall in the Divide, and the shaky voice of a proud Kiwi describing the incredible view he is lucky to see every day.

Moody Milford Sound, New Zealand.
Moody Milford Sound, New Zealand.
The Tasman Sea at the end of Milford Sound, New Zealand
The Tasman Sea at the end of Milford Sound, New Zealand.
Waterfalls and clouds in Milford Sound, New Zealand
Waterfalls and clouds in Milford Sound, New Zealand.
Clouds in Milford Sound, New Zealand
Clouds beginning to lift out of Milford Sound, New Zealand.
Planes going out in Milford Sound, New Zealand
Plane going out in Milford Sound, New Zealand.
The green and grey waterfall drama of The Divide, South Island New Zealand
The green and grey waterfall drama of The Divide, South Island New Zealand.
The Divide, South Island New Zealand
The Divide, South Island New Zealand.

 

If you are going to New Zealand, we have unused bus pass hours for two people for sale at a discount. We have 17 hours each for 2 people which is a $175 USD ($260 NZD) total value. We’re selling the hours for $150 USD total. Payment can be made via Paypal, and with a quick name transfer at InterCity.co.nz, the passes will be yours. The pass hours are good for these GreatSights bus or Interislander ferry services. Travel has to be completed by January 5, 2019. Comment or message me if you’re interested!

To read more about New Zealand’s bus tours and ferry rides, please see these posts:
Bus to Queenstown
Ferry to the South Island

The TranzAlpine over (and under) the Southern Alps

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Any morning is a good morning for a train ride

We were the first to arrive for the TranzAlpine train to Greymouth. So early in fact, that the Christchurch railway staff kindly offered to share their office coffee as no cafes were open nearby. It was going to be a five-hour trip up and over the spine of New Zealand’s South Island. I sat in the lobby that morning, watching the shade and the sun jockey for position on the platform, and picking at the side of my coffee cup—anxious to move. This is the land of the Southern Alps and blue-gray “braided” rivers, and the scenic train was expected to be full.

Glimpses between noggins on the TranzAlpine train in New Zealand's Southern Alps
Glimpses between other tourists’ noggins, while on the TranzAlpine train in New Zealand’s Southern Alps  🙂

 

And full it was. Everybody was in the viewing car when the train passed into a landscape of dramatic green gorges, with the turquoise Waimakariri River pouring along at the bottom. I’d been standing on the “wrong” side of the viewing car, daydreaming and sniffing at the wind like a dog when I heard the exclamations and gasps. People stood 4 deep on the other side of the open-air viewing car. No one was going to cede a railing spot with that view. I held my camera high over their heads and snapped a few photos—not one lucky. A cloud soon vignetted the view and a soft, sweet rain sparkled down in the full-on sun, over a jade-green gorge and the sky-blue water. I moved away from the crowd, and stepped out into the “between”. There, between the cars, was an open railing, the green gorge, the blue water, and those magical raindrops twinkling down. Thank you gods of New Zealand!

The braided turquoise Waimakariri River, from the TranzAlpine, South Island, New Zealand
The braided turquoise Waimakariri River, from the TranzAlpine, South Island, New Zealand
The turquoise rivers of South Island, New Zealand as seen from the TranzAlpine train
South Island, New Zealand as seen from the TranzAlpine train
Sheep run up a green hill from the sound of the TranzAlpine Train, New Zealand
Sheep run from the sound of the TranzAlpine Train, New Zealand
Lone house near the TranzAlpine tracks in New Zealand
Lone house near the TranzAlpine tracks in New Zealand
From the viewing car on the TranzAlpine Train in New Zealand
From the viewing car on the TranzAlpine Train in New Zealand

 

Going through the Otira Tunnel

After a while, the train stopped at Arthur’s Pass National Park and almost everyone exited. The train was quiet, the viewing car now empty except for the lucky few of us going on to Greymouth. We were about to enter the Otira Tunnel, a 100-year old, long (5.25 miles) tunnel that takes the train down 820 feet, under the Southern Alps from Arthur’s Pass to Otira. Because of exhaust fumes in the tunnel, the viewing car is closed, the cafe car is closed, and riders are asked to stay seated. We entered the darkness. The mountain walls on either side were very, very close. The train was going slow. Sometimes so slow that it felt as if we had stopped moving, betrayed only by a few bumps, the occasional sounds of metal groaning and screeching, and a sound like a squeegee on a wet windshield. This went on, and on, and on. Having just left Christchurch, thoughts of earthquakes, land shifting up 6 feet, and rockslides began to nibble on the edges of my consciousness.

When we passed out of the tunnel into brightness–an eternity (or 20 minutes) later, it’s as if life came back into the train. Smiles, laughter, we breathed again. I suddenly wanted a glass of wine, and maybe ice cream. I was not the only one. The cafe car had brisk business just after the tunnel.

New Zealand’s West Coast

We were on the West Coast of New Zealand now. The tunnel had taken us to another realm. I sat with my Sauvignon Blanc, and listened to the GPS-triggered history recordings onboard, making notes in my journal. This lush “sub-tropical valley” was “too wet for sheep”, so it was now used for “dairying”. Some seeds were blown here from Australia. And I got chill-bumps when they told the story of the white heron, whose flight one is lucky to see once in a lifetime, or in death (as in, “He flies with the white heron now.”)

Cows watch as the TranzAlpine train passes, South Island New Zealand
Cows watch as the TranzAlpine train passes, South Island New Zealand

How lucky I felt that day, on the TranzAlpine train, in beautiful New Zealand. To read more about taking the train in New Zealand, please see this post.

Carol & Bryan boarding the TranzAlpine in Christchurch
Carol & Bryan boarding the TranzAlpine in Christchurch
New Zealand's rugged landscape as seen from the TranzAlpine train
New Zealand’s rugged landscape as seen from the TranzAlpine train

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