When we woke up, the clouds had swallowed Mt Cook. It was crazy, there was no sign of it at all! None. I thought once we drove up to the base we would see it, still no.
We had signed up for a glacial boat ride the day before. Our big splurge activity of the trip. We read about it online before coming and seen the pictures. We debated in the morning if we should do or not. It was cold and misting a bit. We got conflicting advice, some said it would be fine, others said it might be too cold. We decided to try it. Lil likes the cold, we had her dressed warmly, even got her a hat. But, no mittens. Her poor hands froze and she was a wreck. She screamed the whole time we were out on the boat. She took a small break to eat some ice fresh from an iceberg and then went right back to it. It was so sad and frustrating and I am sure the others were ready to throw us all overboard (thankfully they didn't). Our boat did return a little early and she continued to cry back on shore. One of the other guys there tried to bribe her with chocolate when we got back to the hotel, but it was too far away and her hands were too cold. Sigh...
So, we grabbed a quick lunch and started the four hour journey to Christchurch. Poor Mike was pretty beat by the time we got there. It was a long drive following a gut wrenching morning. The campground we stayed at this time had a heated pool and we figured after all we put the little one through in the morning we should do something she loved in the evening. Heated I think is a realitive term. It was not warm enough to me to want to get in, but Lil had a great time. There was a tiny little wading pool next to the big pool (also pretty small) she loved playing in. Mike had to coerse her out when her lips turned blue.
We had signed up for a glacial boat ride the day before. Our big splurge activity of the trip. We read about it online before coming and seen the pictures. We debated in the morning if we should do or not. It was cold and misting a bit. We got conflicting advice, some said it would be fine, others said it might be too cold. We decided to try it. Lil likes the cold, we had her dressed warmly, even got her a hat. But, no mittens. Her poor hands froze and she was a wreck. She screamed the whole time we were out on the boat. She took a small break to eat some ice fresh from an iceberg and then went right back to it. It was so sad and frustrating and I am sure the others were ready to throw us all overboard (thankfully they didn't). Our boat did return a little early and she continued to cry back on shore. One of the other guys there tried to bribe her with chocolate when we got back to the hotel, but it was too far away and her hands were too cold. Sigh...
So, we grabbed a quick lunch and started the four hour journey to Christchurch. Poor Mike was pretty beat by the time we got there. It was a long drive following a gut wrenching morning. The campground we stayed at this time had a heated pool and we figured after all we put the little one through in the morning we should do something she loved in the evening. Heated I think is a realitive term. It was not warm enough to me to want to get in, but Lil had a great time. There was a tiny little wading pool next to the big pool (also pretty small) she loved playing in. Mike had to coerse her out when her lips turned blue.
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