Do something that scares you everyday ....today, we decided to two things. Day 4 - Having not been murdered by a 'scumbeerg' (as a taxi driver calls them) I woke up at the crack of dawn to welcome in the new day to the sound of birds singing. I promptly then joined Anne back in slumber land; we then reawoke and got up at a more respectable time to start our day. We had already made good hedway the night before into the pass and our first stop was Cave stream on Broken River. As it had the word 'cave' in the title it was a no brainer stopping here, though nothing could have prepared us for what awaited us. Prepared for a spot of cave exploration we put on some extra layers only to find out from an information board that wetsuits and neoprene socks were more appropriate. So dressed in boardies and a mack I followed the path to the cave a little unsure of what to expect, with a very hesitant Anne in tow. With the two headlamps I brought along now strapped to our heads we approached the cave and noticed two bats flying around inside. I started to find myself agreeing with Anne that maybe this wasn't the best of my ideas. It turned out they were birds so we entered?? Very quickly it was pitch black and waist deep in icy cold water but with one anothers agreement and fear of loosing face we pushed on. Anne, rather than worrying about the threat of hypothermia or evil troll cave dwellers attacking us was more worried about getting her new shoes wet, so undertook the hours climbing, wading and scrabbling up waterfalls in socks!!! By the end and upon seeing the first glimmers of light after an hour underground all alone we were both agreed that it was one of the best things we'd ever done. Before that point both of us had been stoically silent about our concerns of flash floods, our lamps breaking in the water and vampire bats. After drying off our next stop was Arthur's pass about 1 hours on from the cave. After our earlier adventure we decided upon a short walk up to the devils punchbowl waterfalls. It did not disappoint - must be the largest waterfall Anne or me have ever seen. The viewing platform at the end of the walk was 200m from the actual falls, so we decided to scoot over the barrier and offroad for a closer look. After some scrambling and climbing through some overgrowth we got up to the falls - we could only get within 10m or so of pool where the falls hit the ground as the spray was so ferocious - within moments we were soaked through. Staring up at so much water falling from sky above was pretty special. Through fear of the strong wind blowing the falls on top of us we retreated and had our lunch from a safer and much dryer distance overlooking the waterfall. There are somethings in life that warrant throwing caution into the wind and this was defintely one of those things. After drying off for the second time that day we set off for the west coast. To top off the day, on the drive to Okarito I saw one of my favourite animals - highland cattle - first of the trip. We ended the day camping by the Tasman sea. All in all a pretty awesome way to spent my last day as a 29 year old.