Today we were meant to be dropping people off at a place called Bluff so that they could catch the ferry across to Stewart Island, however the weather was so bad all ferries had been canceled for the day. Stewart Island is the third largest NZ island and is home to only a few hundred people, but is famous for its wildlife and rugged scenery. We had opted not to take the 1 hour ferry journey across for a few nights stay simply because the crossing is notoriously bad and at this time of year when the weather is not so good, the chances of seeing wildlife such as kiwis, penguins and seals is reduced. However nobody went across on this day anyway, so we didn't really miss out.
Instead we had the pleasure of staying in NZ's most southerly city...Invercargill. We had heard lots of rumours on our travels that Invercargill is not the nicest place in NZ and this turned out to be true. There is a bit of a joke over here that people from Invercargill are generally a bit strange and removed from the rest of the country - a bit like the Cornish! Aparently Mick Jagger once called it '...the arsehole of the Earth...', which is harsh but utterly believable. Nonetheless we had a comfy hostel where we watched DVD's and ventured out into town in the evening to a local band night at the 'Gluepot' club which wasn't all to bad.
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