Ode to Nuw Zulund

A little poem written by my travel mate. I think it is great and good enough to share, but it does all mean something to me.

We started out just the two of us
To see the Routeburn, Milford and Kepler
This is the story of the characters we met
And tribute to the Nuw Zulund Nation

To start off was the Kinloch guy
A happy chappy love was he
In what was no less than robbery
Charged us boat, bus, board, spa, breakfast and tea

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Then fond memories of our frind at Routeburn Flets
In less than threw us out in the rain
And the 2 campers we subsequently met
Cuddling up to them was such a shame

The Lack McKenzie ranger was a bit of a torment
Threw us out after a heavenly half hour
And trudging through water back out to the tent
Spittin chups at the nixt icy shower

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Then to Milford Lodge with such a reputation
To the 2 tenters it was a total delight
The hearty meal was reason for jubilation
But the loss of both gloves was really not right!!!

I could fill a book about the bus drivers-but need
To mention that very special Atomic shuttle gent
For his physique, skill, interlect and speed
The 90 k trip took 4 hours…our patience was spent!!!

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The Kepler was started in fine rainy fashion
In reverse to surprise our Washington frind
In downunder style- with our Mediteranean rations
With that forecast thought we may well meet our inds

After 2 rainy days walking along the flats
We found Iris Burn falls on the third attempt
After a few sleep depriving experiences
Couldn’t but wonder if should’ve brought the tent

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To my utter delight-we shed the brocolli
Up the steep mountains pounds were shid
Despite some pain our spirits were high
In the sun, wind and snow our knees were rid

And at the ind of a great day in the comfort of Luxmore
While writing the poem and having a rist
Amongst the riff raff and nursing the sores
Can not help but think this week’s bin the bist

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