Quick one this time.
I mean it about that Queen thing. I think they have one radio station in New Zealand and it just plays Queen.
Tomorrow morning I leave for the Milford Trek. I hope I’ve got everything I need. Or if I don’t, I hope they have a Night Owl or something out there.
I need a first aid kit. And I’l probably need some water.
When I get back, I’ve booked a day of kayaking on Doubtful Sound. Doubtful Sound was named by our good friend Captain Cook, who was "doubtful" that the winds in the sound could carry his ship back out if they sailed in to explore.
"Captain’s Log, 5th of May, 1770. We went past a sound today and I wasn’t sure we could get back out, so I named it Doubtful Sound. I tell ya, naming stuff is great. I get such a kick out of it. Hey, that sure is a pretty lagoon over there. I think I’ll call it Sure-is-Pretty Lagoon. Man, this is awesome. I feel gassy from the pork we had last night. I think I’ll call that rock over there Fart Rock. I’m out of control!"
Umm, yeah, anyway. So kayaking in Doubtful Sound. That should be good. It’s in Fiordland National Park, about 100km from the nearest commercial road, so pretty remote. It’ll be a good place to be during the start of World War III.