Being in Queenstown we were informed of good trekking areas in the surroundings and several agencies agreed to indicate Glenorchy as the one with the greatest natural beauty in the area.
This small town is just 45 minutes drive from Queenstown and offers all kinds of variety of adventure sports: from the simple trekking to your ball to the helicopter ride, going through organized tours to show locations of the Lord of the Rings, walks in kayak Y canyoning.
We took a map of the roads in the area and opted for a Circular trekking in the Routeburn area with which we would cross the beautiful wild forests, rivers, lakes and mountains of the area to return -back 3 nights camping and 4 days kicking- to the parking area from which we would depart. We leave the large backpacks in the trunk of our 93 Corolla and carry supplies, 1 pair of T-shirts, the bags and the tent in smaller ones.
Soon after we started we were crossing a suspension bridge over the river and greeted a middle-aged couple who were going in the opposite direction. Those were the only people we saw in 7 hours of trekking until we reached the area where we camped. And here lies the greatness of this type of New Zealand trekkings: dream landscapes that you can enjoy at your own pace and in your world.
To follow the path in the areas of lush forest we had to be very attentive to the trunks of the trees where, from time to time, colored arrows appeared indicating where to continue. Still it is important that someone on the expedition has a good sense of direction because the arrows appear separated by considerable distances. In our case, our ex-legionary friend and quasi-biologist Oscar was a teacher on this subject.
Within the subject frikadas We recognized - or thought we recognized - the area where the Saruman Orcs kill Boromir in the first part of the Lord of the Rings. Once back to civilization we checked in a book on the subject, that we were right.
Shortly before sunset on the first day, we cross a river with water by the knees and leave the wooded area to access a kind of flat area covered by grass and some bushes and protected - only in part - from the wind by some trees. There was a father with his son - both Germans - camped with a tent that seemed a thousand times more solid than the one Oscar had brought from the sales of the Alicante Decathlon. But hey,for what we want! we think. We planted the store quickly before our friends sandflies -or fly-cuddles, as they knew each other in our jargon, they would come to bleed and we had a chat drinking a few beers inside the store. Dozens of accumulated in the upper vent of the store sandflies They wanted to get in and be able to quench their thirst for blood. Oscar decided to use his insect repellent for the first time on the trip and ... We were speechless to see that almost all the flies disappeared instantly! Im-prezionante, Jesulín would have said. Nothing could be further from the truth. We were still commenting on the success of the chemical remedy when we heard the first thunder closest to what we would have liked and the first drops began to fall. The flies made a sixth sense to run away from the approaching storm.
It got dark and both the wind and the rain got worse until they wobbled the entire store from side to side. Several pickets flew out and the water entered the tent forming a small lagoon that began to flood our sleeping bags. The situation was unsustainable. We didn't get the least help from the Germans' store and the 3 of us stayed awake, wet and ice cold trying to decide what we were going to do. We decided to go out by legs as soon as a dawn came that seemed never to rise.
With the first lights - which do not shine from the Sun - we managed to get out of what was once our tent and that perished there. The internal structure had split and it would only have been a hindrance to take it with us. In addition, we had decided to suspend the trekking and return by the way of the previous day. The intense curtain of water that continued sweeping the world did not let us see the river until we almost stepped into it. The flow had risen disproportionately but we tried to cross it with the backpacks up and the water almost by the neck. We had traveled 8 or 10 steps when we realized that the current in the central part was really dangerous and the ground irregular and full of large stones and submerged logs.
It was very risky, so we turned around and started running in the rain to discover that the Germans were no longer in the camping area. We were alone, without a shop, with impracticable bags and the rain was getting worse ... although it seemed that I wanted to remit ...