27-November 2004 to 1-December 2004: My hands were numb from the icy rain and frigid cold. The opportunistic keas were all around us looking to steal food and didn’t seem to mind the weather. With the rain coming down harder and the cold seeming to cut right through our layers of wet clothing like a knife, we had beat a hasty retreat into the Pass Hut Shelter. I knew this region was one of the rainiest in the world and they sure weren’t kidding…

• Day 21: THE BEST WEATHER DURING THE TRAMP
• Day 22: THE SKIES STARTED TO SHOW ITS ANGER
• Day 23: SOAKED THROUGH THE GORE-TEX
• Day 24: STILL SOGGY…
• Day 25: THAT’S A WICKED PHOTO…

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