The walk out to Mavora Lakes was beautiful. For some reason though I kept looking at every place and going,”that would be a good place to build”.
The lakes themselves are huge and, if largely unpopulated by people, we’ll populated by sandflies. I would really like to read a paper on sandflies, they don’t bite at night, they like black, only the females bite, and they are prepared to take substantial casualties in order to get my blood.
At the end of the first lake is a huge empty DOC campground which didn’t give me much hope for catching a ride to Te Anau but I was proved wrong when a car reversed up the road and provided a ride not only to Te Anau but to the pie shop.
That night I slept in one of the worst campgrounds I have ever slept in between the main road and a driveway with a helicopter flight path overhead. Not conducive to sleep.