This is chosen as it is the most southerly point in New Zealand mainland.

As we enter the campsite we are met by thundering seas.

The power of the southern ocean is both breathtaking and mesmerising.

They also have a colony of yellow eyed penguins that live next to the campsite. The Hoiho are the rarest penguin and this is one of the few nesting places open to the public. We walk over to see them arriving back to shore but only see one before we get too cold. I guess even for these little warriors the seas might be too big this evening.

Spot the penguin.

Still we get to watch the boiling sea crash relentlessly onto the shore with raw power and scary force. This is humbling and evokes respect for those that brave such seas. How it must have been for Cook in his wooden boat back in 1770 I cannot even imagine.

We are very glad that the plots for the campers are nestled in between large spiky pampas grass.

We had one at home and I know it had it’s roots in hell when I tried to pull it out. I always presumed they were a tropical plant like a palm but here they seem to grow like weeds in the deep south.

Once it starts to get dark I go out and get the opportunity to capture some more of the magic of the South.

 

Probably the furthest South I will ever be so I am soaking it up.

We are happy that we are here tonight.