Another boat, bus, and ferry ride later, we were back on dry land, and ready to hit up the streets of Te Anau.
I quite liked the town – a bit of an arty backpacker vibe, with cafe’s that charged $15 for ‘brekkie.’ We found a cafe that served ‘real’ coffee, otherwise known as “drip coffee” or “American style coffee” to the rest of the world. We gorged ourselves on pies from a place that sold only that. I’m not ashamed to admit we went back for seconds…At $5 NZ for a filling pie, it was a good deal. Eating out was expensive in NZ!
We also spent quite a bit of time in hot pursuit of an audio jack that allowed Sly to hook up his mp3 player to the radio. Until then, we had been playing the same four cds of “American Ballads” for I don’t know how many hours. It was maddening.
We planned on a pretty easy day…a drive to the other sound – Milford – hiking along the way, drive back…. Instead, the gentle winding roads and the green pastures of grazing sheep, lulled us to sleep. We pulled over at a random camp site, parked the car, and took a long nap in the warm sun.
