Another day, another town. Today it's Te Anau down in the south of the South Island. The drive here was stunning.We've gone through all the descriptive language we normally use, passed through the expletives and we're now onto a Miss Marple hinterland of 'goodness me', 'heavens to Murgatroyd' and ' good gracious, vicar'.The mountains go on for ever, rising so high, snow capped and in long undulating rolls. The tops are jagged and sharp and the light is so crisp and the air so clear that you can almost imagine how sharp they are. For a spectacular drive like this you need equally heroic music so, naturally, John put on the didgeridoo CD he bought from a street performer in Sydney. It's described on the sleeve as 'an eclectic mix of rockin' dance music featuring didgeridoo, driving bass lines and break beats, mixed up with birds, frogs and insects from the Aussie bush'.Imagine Rolf Harris wearing a backward facing baseball cap, unlaced trainers and baggy shorts spinning on his shoulders while playing the didgeridoo with a jive dancing frog to the sound of jungle bird calls and you've got the picture.It was so captivating that we almost ran out of petrol- in a country where it's 20 miles between houses let alone petrol pumps.We finally got to one with the merest whiff of petrol laden air keeping us going. We were going to get some chocolate but the petrol station stocked only three types of boiled sweets and an assortment of chain saws. I imagine pocket money day is interesting. Along the way, in the middle of nowhere, we ran into about a thousand sheep on the road. They were alarmingly woolly, like the rock formations made from limestone deposits, and poured round the car in all directions for ages. Bringing up the rear was the farmer in his Ute, as laid back as if he was driving through a pub car park.Sheep seem to be put in vast fields at about a thousand sheep per field so this was probably just one field's worth, moving field. So, there's occasional vast fields of sheep or cows or deer and then major emptiness between times.You could fit Meadowhall into each field including the car parking and Christmas overflow car parking, and still have room for a BBQ for a hundred people plus cars and an impromptu football pitch. There are also lots of hawks just cruising about looking cool, not afraid to swoop down to get a good look through the windscreen.The national speed limit is 62.5 mph which is bonkers on roads which are a) empty ( and I mean EMPTY), b) straight for miles in places and c) without the loving supervision of speed cameras. Thanks to John driving at 63mph we made it here in very good time and had time to hang out in Te Anau for an hour or so. It took about 6 minutes to visit all the shops and then we went to see the cinematic 'Fjordland experience'. This was 32 minutes of swooping views over the fjords, mountains, waterfalls and forests of the Milford Sound area and was like scenic soft porn - obviously shot by a cameraman who was a) in love with his own skill and b) who'd just discovered riding in a helicopter. Fascinating and entertaining for all the wrong reasons. We've had our customary drink with the host- he's home from Chad for a month where he manages the Chad oilfields, was kidnapped in Nigeria for 10 days which made international news and has the cutest chihuahua with a pink collar. Photos to follow as can't upload today and we're off to a tin shed to have a romantic meal ( on the suggestion of our host)Xxxxxxxxxxx