The last two days I had a big ride around Golden Bay and Abel Tasman National Park. They have golden beaches, which are wonderful for long walks. Listening to the waves, feeding seagulls and sitting on big trunks of driftwood, what else should someone wish for? On the way up to Farewell Spit I saw hundreds of black swans on another lonely beach. Too bad it was too late and almost dark, so I couldn’t get good pictures of them.
On the way back I visited Ngarua Cave. There are stalagmites and stalactites which grew for millions of years into bizarre formations and to a wonderful natural cathedral. Besides these stony wonders they have bones of Moa, extinct native birds, and poor little Kiwis, which all fell through holes into the cave over the years.
On the way through the cave the guide wanted us to show how dark it is and switched the light off. As promised you can’t see the hand in front of your eyes, only pitch black. In the night when you are outside, even in the wilderness on a new moon, there is always some light and you can see at least a few centimeters, not in a cave, nothing only darkness.
