Overnight, fog had rolled in. In fact, while I was watching Mt St John from our window while Davey cooked breakfast, the fog actually moved lower and lower.
After breakfast, we went to Tekapo Springs, where there is also an ice skating rink. At one point in my life, I believe that I could ice skate. But that was a long time ago, possibly coinciding with the over-inflated ego I possessed in my tween years. Today, Davey described my face while “ice skating” as a look of sheer terror.
Here’s some evidence:
I did actually start to get a bit better at the end after realising it’s easier to balance when looking forwards rather than at the ice… However, I decided to quit while I was ahead (and unbroken).
There are 3 temperatures of hot springs at Tekapo, 36º, 38º and 40º (there’s also an 8º plunge pool, but I wasn’t feeling that in need of “refreshment”). We started off with the 36º and then worked up to the 40º. I found that in the 40º, my toes were going numb from being too hot, so decided that the 38º was the Goldilocks one (not too hot, not too cold, but just right).
It was really strange to be sitting outside, in hot, steaming water, looking at snowy mountains and pine trees. The fog had cleared by this time so it was this sort of view:
I can’t believe how relaxed I felt afterwards. My whole body felt like it had just had a massage but without any of the pain usually associated with deep tissue torture.
We went for a drive in the afternoon, stopping at the Church of the Good Shepherd, and then continuing to the north, just to see how far up the mountains we could get. This is were we got to before the road ended.
Predictably, the scenery was just amazing. Impressive mountains, shining water, magical clouds and crazy sheep. Here’s a selection:
There were also some wooly cows, in various moods:
In the evening, Davey cooked an amazing pasta dinner while I did some laundry and made friends with the affectionate resident cat who followed me backward and forwards from the laundry, and tried to join us inside our villa for dinner.
Weather permitting, we are intending on going for a bit of a hike tomorrow, so I better get a head start on my evening’s sleep. So, pō mārie – good night!