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The discovery of Doubtful Sound is pretty complicated since we need to take a first boat to cross the Manapouri lake before hopping on a bus up to the mouth of the fjord. The ones who survived these 2 tests generally choose a second boat to enjoy the cruise, sipping a drink. On the other hand, this relative difficulty of access is a guarantee of tranquility pushing away the herds of tourists who prefer keeping in mind the images and steep lines of Milford Sound. As for us, after the trek, we are going to relax our legs and make our arms work because we decided to discover this area by kayak.
Doubtful sound doesn't have the greatness and the mind-boggling verticality of Milford sound but we sample the exquisite pleasure of feeling alone. Our paddles break through the oily sea and twist the reflected images of the flora kingdom that flanks the banks. The cliffs are notched by sterilized, clean gullies. On the walls, the nature is so dense that the ground isn't tough enough to support the weight of all this vegetation and the extra scrub triggers a tree avalanche which washes out a whole part of the granite wall and throws roots, trunks and branches into the abyss of the fjord.
We won't eyewitness this defeaning chaos and our paddles that gently stroke the water are the most violent noise we'll hear. A supreme serenity in an outstanding country.