We spent a few nights in Glenorchy in a sweet little Bed and Breakfast. When we arrived we were greeted with afternoon tea, complete with some homemade baked, fattening, delicacy made by the hostess. We had several wonderful hikes from here, wonderful- such an overused un understated word for this part of the world. Breathtaking, otherworldly beautiful, no-wonder-they-shot-Lord-of-The-Rings here, OH MY GOD this is beautiful…everything fails to capture the amazed, glazed look on my face all day, just from looking around me. Maybe a few photos.
After hiking on the Routeburn track, the kind hostess just seemed to know carrot cake was Neal’s favorite. It may have been the best one ever.