A dull grey morning with mizzling rain pushed us swiftly out of Portobello and into Dunedin. There really was very little going on and our first stop, at the art gallery, was a bit of a flop. In spite of having a Laurie and a Monet, the surrounding pieces and set up gave us very little reason to stay. After extensive reading of the I-site's guide to Dunedin over coffee we were unsure of what else to see, though getting coffee itself was enough of a challenge as i...

I was suddenly aware of a golden glow sneaking round the Enema's curtains and noting that the ambient temperature was significantly above zero I slipped out of the Enema's warm cocoon and headed up to the cliff tops in the golden glow of first light. The sun blazed just off the horizon, underlighting the dark grey storm clouds which filled the rest of the heavy sky but for 10 minutes the bay was lit up in as the huge waves crashed against the beach. Stunning. As...

It was without a doubt our coldest night yet and we did not risk poking our frosted noses out from under the covers until the sun was well and truly up. The view through the misted windscreen was even more stunning than the previous night and what we really needed was Billy appear to provide his customary morning tea delivery. Sadly Dad was neglecting his duties so I stepped up to the challenge and slipped out into the fresh morning and with numb fingers, but a w...

It would appear that the centre of the mattress was significantly better used than the edges, resulting in a nights sleep that revolved mostly around trying to stay on my side, but repeatedly waking up squashed up against Bob in the chasm of the middle of the bed. Add to that a ladder to the top bunk positioned directly above my head and it was not a much better nights sleep than in the Enema. The room was freezing when I first woke so I nipped out from the sanc...

It was a very chilly morning, but with the prospect of hiking Gertrude's Saddle we were both up and dressed (very warmly), leaving the campsite as first light brought the morning into focus. We climbed back through the tunnel with the scenery looking even more imposing in the weak morning light and turned off shortly after to park the Enema where a DOC sign proudly announced 'Gertrude's Saddle'. It was still decidedly nippy when we set off and Bob looked like a ...