Ok, big news everybody.
After 2 months, and a lot of hard work and effort, I'm afraid it's gone. It was fun whilst it lasted, but now it's finally had to go. I am now clean shaven, the little goatee beard has been eradicated.
Thank God - it looked ridiculous!
Anyway, that being said, a few updates. We have just returned to Queenstown after our Bottom Bus experience, and another stunning day, this time in Milford Sound.
But I get ahead of myself. Since the last update, we travelled to working farm, and had a little tour. Now, on the face of it, that sounds like a trip you might do in Primary School, but it was actually pretty cool. We got to watch the dogs working on the farm, herding the sheep to pretty much where ever they want them to go, and then getting them in a pen ready to be sheared. We watched a true Kiw shearing a sheep in about 3 minutes, and then - the highlight - we got to have a go ourselves! How cool is that! I was let loose with the shears, and cut me some wool!With the sheeps had between my legs, and gripping its legs tight so it doesn't move, I hacked away at that ewe - and did actually get a little bit of skin too. In fact, a few chunks of meat came off, leaving it bleeding, but apparently that is fine (I'm not sure if the sheep agrees though!)
Yesterday we travelled to Milford Sound, in the heart of the Fiordlands. This is a valley cut away thousands of years ago by a melting glacier to create some beautiful cliffs and waterfalls. We took a ferry ride around Milford, and witnessed some more amazing scenery. It was not as good as it could be because there has been no rain recently so the waterfalls were not as torrential as usual, but it was still well worth the trip. We were heavily attacked by armed sand flies though, Dan's hands appearing to have been used as a buffet for them the second we stepped onto the boat, but even he didn't let that ruin his trip!
So, back in Queenstown now until Monday, before making our way back North to Auckland via Christchurch, before we leave on the 10th.
Probably means a bit more drinking here then - at least I'm not wasting my money!