I’m struggling to tell the story of my recent overnight cruise in Doubtful Sound. This is one place in New Zealand that until a couple weeks ago, I’d never been to. And now that I’ve been, I’m at a loss for words of how to adequately describe the raw, majestic beauty of this area of New Zealand’s South Island. There’s really no way this post will do the experience justice, but I’ll try.
When I first arrived in New Zealand some years ago, the first thing I did was hop in a campervan and head straight to New Zealand’s wild West Coast.
I knew very little about the West Coast at that time, and was only heading there as I had landed a job at local tourist retreat. Little did I know, the South Island’s West Coast is perhaps one of New Zealand’s most iconic areas. It’s a wild place, an untouched place and a very, very wet place. The West Coast catches the brunt of any weather system coming off the Tasman Sea, and this results in inches and inches or rain falling on the West Coast each year – about 78 inches to be exact.
Backpacking Matt 
