Mount Cook

When we got out of the tiny ski-plane and stood at the top of Frans Joseph Glacier it felt as though we had conquered the world. We had flown 12,314 feet over Mount Cook, the highest mountain in New Zealand, and skied to a halt in the vast silence of the other side. It was like walking on the moon, we should have taken a flag to plant in the icy wilderness of Geeke Snowfield.

Words fail me! If I had worried about New Zealand being an anti-climax after Australia this flight over major Glaciers such as the Tasman, the Fox and the Frans Joseph swept away any such apprehensions and when the old chap said he had always dreamt of walking on a glacier then wooooo hoooooo - dream come true ....