All the pictures in the brochures of the Abel Tasman National park so named after the Dutch explorer who (I think) lays claim to being the Westerner who discovered New Zealand were of aqua waters, lush tropical vegetation and glorious sunshine. When we arrived, there was plenty of lush vegetation, though the sun had made way for rain and when added to the wet conditions the wind helped to disguise the crystal clear waters as, well, not so crystal clear. There on a blagged freebie… Myself, Judith and Niamh all claimed to be there on a fact-finding mission from Queenstown… where we all worked in the tourist industry - and quite frankly, who wouldn’t believe us with our shiny official-looking letters to back up our stories. The question was more, who would be willing enough to
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