The west coast of the South Island could arguably be summarized by one word.
Or what we like to call them, Flying Teeth.
No exposed skin is safe. Bug spray seems to just make them hungrier . . .
At it's most extreme point Chris and I found ourselves wrapping our heads in shirts and putting socks over our hands.
Now we know why the west coast is virtually uninhabited despite its rugged and gorgeous scenery.
(Note: hands, feet, arms, and faces were sacrificed in the making of these photos)
In one of the previous posts we mentioned about making it all the way to the tippy top of the North Island and now we can say we made it to the very bottom of the South Island and it was freakin' windy.
The day we played Moses and literally parted a sea of sheep. It took us 15 hilarious minutes.
All this camping has left us pretttty stinky and sometimes you're left with two options:
1. Pretend you don't stink
2. Dunk body parts under near frozen water until you can't stand it any more and pretend you don't stink
Just thought we'd take a peaceful stroll along Cannibal Bay . . .
(note the irony there)
and then we came across a few pairs of fighting sea lions.
One of the super cool attractions to check out in the Catlins is the Lost Gypsy Bus filled with literally tons of tinker toys to play with!
Finally, a clip we've been wanting to share for a little while now. A little back story first though. Chris and I have taken it upon ourselves to rename all the glorious birds in NZ. Here is one of our favorites, a Robo-ninja-jetfighter, in the clip below.