A bit of a Lord of the Rings theme to this entry.....lol..... Our adventure starts with our heroine.... FroJo.......stepping off the giant flying eagle from Cairns in a pair of flip flops to have her little hobbit toes frozen off by the artic New Zealand weather. Minus 4. She then met up with some fellow travelling companions Chris and Ella, from the nearby Shire of Cheltenham, (turns out Ella studied the same ancient runes course at uni as FroJo) and they began their quest to see New Zealand avoiding the Black Riders of Time and Money and the Lack of It. The quest began in Christchurch, where due to a local festival the day before all the other local hobbits were nowhere to be found, probably too much mead. FroJo found this most mysterious indeed and agreed with her companions to seek out entertainment elsewhere in the fair town of Queenstown, some miles south of Christchurch. Rising early at dawn, the companions hopped upon Shadowfax, (a mystical and super fast horse that strangely resembled a bus) and journeyed up hill, down dale and across tundra towards the Misty Mountains and beyond that, Queenstown. En route, they passed the locations of Lord of the Rings shooting of Helms Deep and The Rohirron Plains and quaked in their little hobbit boots in awe. Though that could have been the cold. Still MINUS 4. And so they arrived weary at the YHA in Queenstown and rested that evening, hiring ponies to take them to Milford Sound the next day as the weather was fine. The journey to Milford Sound was just as arduous as the day's travel before. This time crossing vast rivers and tunnelling right through the giant mountain of Moria, no goblins though - they had fled at the thought of an encounter with the fiercesome FroJo. Finally they arrived at Milford after a brisk luncheon of Elf Bread and broth and walked around the mountains in search of the best photograph which may have required Ranger assistance! Luckily an Elvin boat was ready to take the companions out into the depths of Milford Sound, between the two misty mountains and out to the treacherous Tasman Sea where they faced giant flying Albatrosses and SEALS! (Yippee, thought FroJo.) They took the hill ponies back to Queenstown through the dark and the mist...not tiring of the amount of times they could say Morrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrdoorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr when remarking about the scenery. Dragged once more from their beds the following day, the hobbits climbed to the summit of Mount Iron in the township of Wanaka, before their pony hire ran out and they were forced to return to Queenstown, whereupon there was great celebration with mead for several hours. Where the journey will take FroJo next....who knows........Xs (Still more photos to upload folks! And you thought you'd seen enough mountains!)