So we got up nice and early for our kayaking tour of Milford Sound, signed some waiver forms (like we have to do for everything), and were taken to a boat launch where we’d go out into the sound. We the proceeded to get decked out in yellow and purple gear that would keep us from getting cold and wet. I’m pretty sure those colors went out of style in 1994, but I wasn’t about to say anything.
Either way, we got in our two person kayaks and started to paddle out on the sound. I was actually paired up with a girl who was from Vermont (i think) who had here sister and her (the sister’s) boyfriend visiting. This happened because there were seven of us and I ended up being the odd man out. Good thing this girl and her guests were cool, other wise the trip would’ve consisted of awkward silences and forced conversation.
Also, I mentioned in my previous post that this place was located in Fiordland National Park. Well after some research I found a fiord is more or less giant mountain rising high above the ocean water that is at their base. I guess you can find some in Sweden too.
This place was stunning and the photos don’t give it an ounce of justice. But I’ll let them try. I took up our guides offer to go swimming and my partner decided to follow suit after she saw how awesome it was. Apparently people don’t swim in the sound often, so I figured I better. Everyone else decided to stay warm and dry. It was totally worth it though, if not just to say I did it.
Happy birthday! Now you’re not breaking the law when you have a beer. Good for you.