Mitre Peak -Milford Sound
It had been over a decade since I’d last seen Mitre Peak and the in your face ‘full frontal’ view that is Milford. A coffee from the Blue Duck cafe helped me enjoy the moment and take it all in. 

At the state of the art Thunderbirdseque ferry terminal, Marina from Mitre Peak Cruises gave me my ticket to explore Milford Sound in style. This time I wasn’t shattered after walking the Milford track, so I was actually able to enjoy it.

Our Skipper Caleb took us cruising around Piopiotahi Marine Reserve, and kept up a faultless commentary about the history of the area, the waterfalls and wildlife. Turns out Milford Sound was named after Milford Haven in Wales by John Grono, the Captain of a sealing ship. Technically, it’s not a ‘Sound’ at all, fiords are carved by glaciers while sounds are created by rivers. The only real sounds in New Zealand are up in Marlbourgh.

A sign on a truck says 'Straight from the paddock to the Plate', and that pretty much sums up the Otago Farmers Market. Every Saturday morning, achingly fresh produce is set up for sale on stalls in the Dunedin Railway Station carpark.

All Black jersey 1905
For a country with a small population, the Sports Hall of Fame illustrates that New Zealand has bread champions since the end of the 19th Century. Yes, there is priceless rugby memorabilia on display including a 1905 All Black jersey, upstairs in the Dunedin Railway Station. But wait, there is more! Sporting champions from cricket to netball, rowing to golf, and everything in between are celebrated.

View from Russell wharf
A summer seaside town bulging with yachties, with a church that has authentic bullet holes in its weatherboards was how I remembered Russell. The next morning I caught the car ferry and went to re-acquaint myself. 

The Māori name Kororekera reflects a wounded chief’s passion for healing soup made from “sweet” blue penguins, and the town with its bittersweet history is undeniably worth visiting.In the early 19th century sailors, traders and escaped convicts visited the town to resupply their ships and enjoy some drunken recreation. John Bidwell a botanist and world traveller at the time described it as ‘The Hell Hole of the Pacific’ was well earned.