Whattawowmemory: In the Dreamland of Milford Sound
I remember when I left that place behind. The evening was darkening and the bus was strolling back along the bendy roads. Giant mountains around were already resting in the dusk. This hadn’t been a normal clear day; it was kind of like in those surreal twilight type of movies. The Cranberries’ song Dreams started playing in the radio and I was thinking that I had just visited a dreamland.
Milford Sound. The extraordinary place of fog and silence. I can always feel the deep admiration that filled me when I entered there. When the boat under me was floating in the incredible set of fjords – somewhere in a distinct place on the south island of New Zealand – that misty peaceful scene made me suspire. Dolphins like it there, as well as seals, penguins and whales too. Over thousand metre steep rock faces are forming a safe haven for them. Hundreds of long pure waterfalls are cascading down the cliffs. Because it’s raining nearly every day, it would be like chances of lottery win to see Sound without rain. But then it wouldn’t feel miraculous – like in a dream. First time in my life I fell for rain.
Whattawowmemory is a recurring set of articles, where I’m capturing the most memorable moments and the strongest feelings that I have felt on the road. I also attach a special song that will always remind me of that moment.