I had hoped that the good weather would have stayed for my trip to the fiordland and Doubtful Sound. However, at this time of year storm clouds lurk menacingly around the mouton peaks of New Zealand’s stunning west coast like gangs of teenagers on street corners.

In the end, after something of a storm whipped start, the day on Doubtful Sound ended up being quite pleasant. Sure, it wasn’t picture postcard, but I actually enjoyed seeing the clouds snake their way around the mountains and the rain swelled waterfalls flying out into the open air off the sheer faces of the eerie looking peaks.

It was a beautiful landscape that had an almost mythic feel to it. I’d like to come back one day and see it again in the sun, but I rather enjoyed the weather today, and ironically enough, I was doubtful that I would.