
For those hearty souls considering a voyage to New Zealand's Fiordland and Stewart Island, I’ve summarized the nitty-gritty details and compiled up-to-date information from our time there during the summer of 2021.
Our fresh stores are dwindling as we sail north along the east coast. We are almost out of eggs, the potatoes are gone, all fresh fruit and most of the veg is eaten up as well.
Take a wild guess at what I saw not three feet away, canines gleaming.
We hit 47 degrees, 18.8 minutes south around mid-day yesterday. It is further south than the Cape of Good Hope, but Ushuaia, in South America, has us beat by seven degrees.
In Weka Cove Cameron and the girls headed off to wade in the shallows during low tide to hunt for paua. They came home cold, wet, and triumphant and we had another feast.
The conflagration of different swell directions however was a recipe for sickness. Since I was a little stingy when buying our seasickness meds before we left, we are being frugal with them. With only two hours on the outside, I didn't want to use up a whole pill.