Then I see a woman who chases me to tell me that they have canceled the start, but not to worry that I entrust it to another company. Take my boarding pass and await my sober ship blue and white, that will take me a fjord to see it now, is closer to the valleys of Comacchio. I seem to be in a race for survival, I console myself that seeing the other people there like me are made. ObviouslyĪrrival at the visitor center with wet feet and wet to the knee (the path to get there was completely flooded). Needless to hope for a longer possible brightening. With me is my new mascot, Ermenegildo, a merino sheep's true (as can be seen from the horns) she is shocked by the rain! In the car and I start to eat and drink (what a surprise, eh?) And I also have a pint of apple juice (which always made me sick, but since the plane to come here because I drank liters of what was the least bad to drink, now even I buy at the supermarket). I realized, wait, maybe raindrops (ceeeeeeeeeerto, silvia) and so I was cautious and I've brought supplies from home half the cheese and tomato pie and my new drug, a cake of carrots and raisins (with the right amount cinnamon) that drives me crazy (I eat tons of). The first time I try to exit the car and I am literally machine-gunned by the rain.
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SoĪrrival in the parking lot (always under the flood) and I expect a walk of 10 minutes to get to the visitor center, indoor. I left very early, because there is always a risk that collapses a tree (the trees of the rainforest are not planted in the ground, but hold the stones and it is not uncommon that fall under the weight of heavy rainfall or snow) and that they close the road.įortunately, none of this is happening. If you know me, know that obviously I chose the second option. And, frankly, now I understand why there is all the wood that they call him around the fjords Rainforest (and believe)!Īnyway, today I booked my exploration of Milford Sound and the options that presented themselves were basically two: give up and lose the opportunity (and money) or the fate groped en route to Milford, 120 km below the flood with low clouds that not even the fog to the streets in Ferrara. For the first time I can hear my heart sing,Īlready 2 days, the weather forecast New Zealand said that Sunday would be bad with "heavy rains in the southland." But since the weather here does not take us almost never (at least for what I've seen so far) I had not given much weight.