After walking on the glacier, we then had an 8 hour drive to Picton to get the ferry at 4am the next morning.

This is where the surface water runs down into the river forming beneath the glacier and out of it’s mouth.

I will destroy you (Taken with Instagram at Coach House)

Every day climbers get out on the ice and carve steps up for the tours. Here you can see the scale or it, and the layers of white and blue ice.

All of the awesome things planned, celebrating engagements, and I get food poisoning, not happy.

On the road to get to Manapouri via Queenstown, this river was aparently part of the goldrush that built Queenstown originally.

The whole “excuse” for the holiday to New Zealand was friends getting married.

Thursday staring.

This chap was very cute, although all he did was wander up and down the side of the fence calling to his mates in another enclosure, we ended up feeling quite sorry for him.

Moon shoots (Taken with Instagram at Preston Park Train Station)