Just before the wind picked up and scared the shit out of us.
The Abel Tasman National Park.
A Dragon Wagon rental campervan. And we thought Ginger looked obvious.
The latest in comfy footwear.
The Franz Josef Glacier. It was surprisingly cold.
Milford Sound. Just out of shot: hordes of sand-flies, with jaws like chainsaws.
At the Milford Sound Observatory. Eight metres below the surface.
Seal, elephant seal or seal-lion? We didn't know, either. He was basking in the sunshine on a beach in the Catlins.
The Taieri Gorge Railway.
Ironically, he wasn't called Arthur.
Mount Cook. We think. No-one was around to verify it.
Ginger got too friendly with another car.
Ginger's new eye-patch.
