you look forward and the South Island is only a few heartbeats away. The last hour of the journey lived up to all the hype and the slow pace suited the cruising atmosphere.
The cliffs were all velvet green smooth formations bathing in the afternoon sun. As the ship ooched further in, we had time to take pictures of the isolated small cabin houses that had been built on the waters edge. This was like visiting a forbidden, uninhabited world, already a contrast to the north and our ferry crept silently through the narrow passageway, past little beaches and jettys where only boats could moor for the day (there was no road access) and then up as high as your neck could stretch to the trees covering the huge mountains.
We moved forward to the front of the boat and watched the sun bathing the lake as a couple of dinghies created black shadows on the water.