Sound Of Silence
Trip Start Jan 15, 2011
38Trip End Mar 19, 2011
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On Board The Fiordland Navigator
Luck was on our side, as the day of our departure was sunny and beautiful. Our hostel had a storage room which we took advantage of before checking out and heading into town for breakfast. The hostel owner, Jimmy, was a great guy who told us to say hello to his son, Warren, who worked on the cruise ship we were going to stay on. We happily agreed.
In town we decided to eat at the Cathedral Café. It was a sweet little restaurant modeled after a wee church
A bit down the road we checked in for our overnight cruise and got passes for the first boat across Lake Manapouri. This excursion was, in fact, the most expensive thing we’d pre-booked for our trip. We’d read great reviews of people’s experiences, some even saying it was the best thing they did in New Zealand, so it seemed like something we couldn’t pass up. The company we’d booked our cruise with was called Real Journeys, which turned into fodder for endless joke making: "Are you ready to take a real journey?" "We’ve done a lot on this trip, but this is our first real journey" and on and on and on. Yes, we’re a barrel of laughs.
Numerous adventure seekers (or rather elderly wealthy folk) were scattered across the lawn near the dock waiting to board. Yes, we did notice an age gap between us and the others awaiting passage. I’d never considered us to be spendthrifts, but there you have it – we’d gone from hostel sleeping to high seas indulgence
Crossing Lake Manapouri on a sun-filled day was quite splendid. We snapped a few photos, enjoyed the fresh air, and were quickly indoctrinated into the never-ending commentary covering the natural world around us – and I’m not kidding! First the boat ride, which introduced me to the concept of tree slides (more on that later). Then the bus ride, where I learned how only white flowers bloomed in the rain forests of the Fiordland because they needn’t attract the attention of bees – they use moths to pollinate! And finally our cruise on the Fiordland Navigator, where they had a full time Nature Guide aboard broadcasting constant statistics regarding depth of water, height of mountains, amount of rainfall, etc. etc. etc. Who knew the price of admission included an in-depth seminar on all things Fiordland?!
Our lake boat ride shuttled us across the water right up to the hydroelectric power station. Half the travelers got off here for a tour of the station while the other half boarded busses to take over the pass, through the rain forest, and out to Doubtful Sound (we were part of the latter group, of course)
The Fiordland Navigator awaited us at the dock. It stood tall and proud against a majestic backdrop of green mountains and blue sea. The crew was lined up on either side of the walkway welcoming us with smiles and nods of greeting. I felt like we were boarding the Love Boat. “All aboard…we’re expecting you…”
The captain gave us a brief welcome in the dining room where safety information was discussed and rooms were assigned. Normally we’d have a private room, but in order to afford this extravagance we’d booked a quad share to save money. This was to be our only shared room of the entire trip (thankfully so, but more on that later). We were pointed in the right direction (due south) and slowly descended into the lower bowls of the ship
Our tiny window was at water level, which granted us a cool view, and our two roommates turned out to be very nice women. There was Meera, an American (!) from Philadelphia, and Joan, a Kiwi (double !!) from Milton, NZ. Yes, we had an authentic born and raised New Zealander rooming with us. We could hardly believe it!
After dropping off our stuff we headed back to the dining room for some hot muffins and tea. The muffins were truly delicious. Raspberry and chocolate. While snacking, it finally dawned on me that our real journey had already begun! (See? It’s hysterical!) We’d left the dock and were already out on the sound. Katie and I rushed out on the deck to take in the view (tea in hand, of course). The water was choppy, as the winds were high, but our large ship cut through those waves like butter. On either side of us immense cliffs rose up from the water covered from head to toe in deep green rainforest. Rivers of liquid poured out from the thick vegetation like open faucets. The previous day’s rain had filled the mountainsides with an excess of moisture and we were enjoying the resulting waterworks
It was around this time that I learned two interesting facts from our Nature Guide, Carole. First, Doubtful Sound is not a sound at all, it’s a fiord. Fiords exist in valleys created by glaciers while sounds, on the other hand, sit in inlets created by water. We were riding on the waves of a glaciated valley cut millions of years ago. Secondly, Doubtful Sound is part of the Fiordland which houses an extensive rainforest system. As you can imagine, the area gets a lot of, well, rain. About 7 meters per year, to be precise. That equals 23 feet! This is the reason it encompasses a hearty temperate rainforest which, strangely enough, resides on steep and stony cliffs. The hard rock of the mountains encircling the fiord support lush forests but have no top soil to speak of. So, instead of taking root in the rock below them, the trees grow their roots laterally – interlocking like a giant latticework. Which brings me to tree slides: If one tree up top gives way it can trigger a domino effect, pulling the vegetation off the mountainside like a strip of wall paper. Without the use of soil, Carole said, the whole rainforest itself lives hydroponically, drinking out of Doubtful Sound. Isn’t that fascinating? No? Well then, moving on…
Doubtful Sound was both gorgeous and secluded. Not a soul was around. No one lived on its shores and no other boats were on its waters. We were all alone out there, and it felt wonderful.
To escape the choppy waves the captain took us up a “crooked” arm where the wind was calm and the water was placid. Here we were given the option of climbing aboard a tender craft (a smaller motor boat) or going kayaking out on the sound
Out on the water you could truly appreciate the scale of the forests and mountains. Like little leaves floating on the water’s surface, we all scattered about in our kayaks and marveled at the enormity of it all. Trees hunched over the water with crooked backs and birds sang within their shadows. We all tried our best to keep up with our guide and not fall too far behind, but it was difficult. Oftentimes you just wanted to stop and sit and look; bobbing up and down amidst the beauty.
Katie and I risked taking our camera out on the water. We stole some photos while successfully keeping our camera dry. Our legs, on the other hand – not so much. But that was part of the process; part of the fun! The cold (and it was cold) water felt great under the warm sun as we skimmed over it stroke by stroke. I have to admit, my arms were getting rather tired by the end (Margaret, I did use my core, but my arms got tired anyway. I failed you! I’ll do better next time, I swear).
At that point the Fiordland Navigator had turned around and moved away from us
We flew out of our wet clothes and into dry ones while a few others opted to go for a quick swim. I was tempted but decided against it. From the looks on their faces, I didn’t regret my decision. Like I said, that water was cold. Plus, any disappointment I may have felt about not swimming instantly disappeared the moment I heard it was time for soup! That’s right, fresh piping hot soup was to be served at once in the dining room. We headed straight for it. There were two options: Vegetable and spicy pumpkin. Katie chose the former and I chose the latter. We both promised to share, of course; best of both worlds, you know. As it turned out, the vegetable was nice but that spicy pumpkin was to die for. I was in love with it! Each taste was a dream. I gave several previously promised mouthfuls to Katie…grudgingly.
Post soup, our captain sailed us out to where Doubtful Sound meets the Tasman Sea. Usually, he said, the conditions are too extreme to venture out there, but the weather was on our side
We bounded down the steps and into the dining room for our lavish buffet dinner. Four kinds of salads, varieties of vegetables, various sauces and creams, and not one but three entree choices: fresh salmon, tender lamb, and grass fed New Zealand beef! My mouth is watering at the memory. Which did I choose? Why, all three of course! It was a buffet! We could eat what we liked and go back for more! And more, and more, and more. Buffets will likely be the death of me...and what a sweet death it shall be.
The salmon was slightly smoked, and it was nice, but not my favorite salmon to date. The lamb was also good, but didn’t knock my socks off. But that beef…that tender, juicy, succulent beef! It was divine! I had at least three servings. Katie’s never phased by my strange ability to tuck away large quantities of food in one sitting, but the other women at our table, Joan and Meera, were perplexed by the amount of food I was eating. “Where does it all go?” Joan asked. My appetite was the source of much laughter, even more so when the desserts came out. Fruit salad, berry & apple tart, toffana (toffee & banana) cheesecake, traditional New Zealand cheeses, and a New Zealand dessert favorite – pavlova. I had it all and went back for more. The pavlova was so light and fluffly, I felt like I could’ve eaten the whole thing! I was well and truly stuffed by the end of that meal.
The sun was setting by then. Katie and I wanted to keep our promise, so we donned our coats and hats before heading to the upper deck to watch the stars come out and twinkle for us. But, alas, the daylight is slow to dissipate this far south. We realized we’d be out until midnight if we wanted to see a true night sky. We were far too tired for that, so we contented ourselves with just seeing the stars given us round10 P.M
Off to bed we went. Both Joan and Meera were already tucked in at that point, so we just slid under our covers and doused the lights. The ship was still and silent, and we were worn out from a day full of discoveries. Both of us were in for a nice, long, deep slumber—
What’s that noise? It sounded like a low groan at first and then it started to get louder. Soon the whole cabin was vibrating with the sound of Joan’s snoring. Dear Lord, no! If there’s one thing I can’t sleep through it’s snoring. I tried not to panic. I figured it couldn’t last forever. These kinds of things often rise up and fall away once deep sleep is achieved. Yes, yes, I could wait it out. But sadly, Joan sawed that log all night long. I tossed and turned, throwing my arms up over my head to deaden the sound. At one point, clothes that’d been resting on the end of my upper bunk fell down to the ground with a loud thud, and at another point my blanket slid so far off my bed it was a virtual curtain in front of Meera below. Yep, Joan snored her way through every minute of every hour of that long night until 6:30 A.M
A buffet breakfast awaited us at 7 A.M. There were all manner of hot and cold choices, but after the previous evening’s indulgences, I decided to go with the lighter fare of cereal and toast. Warren came by (the hostel owner’s son, remember?) and I related his father’s greeting. He told me to tell his dad to start practicing his tennis because next time he sees him he’s going to destroy him. They had a strong resemblance, both being adorable.
Our second day on the fiord was promising to be entirely different from the first. The sky was thick with cloud and a light sprinkling was underway. One would think this would be a disappointing sight but, to the contrary, I was quite excited. What fortune! To experience Doubtful Sound in both the sun and the gloom? Both were exquisite sights. The fiord took on a whole different dimension under grey skies. There was more detail to the trees and more diverse views. The waterfalls swelled and gushed anew while mist roamed idly over peaks. Our ship cut through the still water slowly while our meager wake created soft rolls upon the surface. What peace we’d found on Doubtful Sound the day before was multiplied that morning. Suddenly we were floating on a bed of tranquility.
It became even more vivid when the captain steered us into a cove, shut off the engine and generators, and asked us all to be still and silent for five minutes. They called this the “Sound of Silence.” Raindrops fell quietly as we experienced nature without the sound of cars rumbling in the distance or the roar of planes overhead
When those five minutes were over the engines fired back up and we got an up close look at a brand new tree slide before motoring back to the main channel and turning home. Once our feet settled on solid ground we retraced our steps, bussing back over the pass and boating across the lake. Both tired from our adventure, we hardly looked out a window or snapped a photo on our voyage back to Freestone Backpackers. There, a cozy bed awaited us, and there were no sleeping dragons to be found.