We did wake up on our drive long enough to hop out and look again at the raging Tasman Sea. This was at Bruce Bay. I think it turned out to be my last look at the ocean on the west side, at least at close range.
On the ride in, we were wondering whether the nightlife in Fox Glacier would rival that of Haast and whether or not we’d get on the glacier the next day. The weather was pretty bleak and we all knew the helicopters won’t fly up there in the clouds. Karsten had called ahead to get us on the list for the early AM flights – the best chance for clear weather, as the clouds tend to get worse over the course of the day. When we got to Fox, we stopped at the Alpine Guides place to confirm our reservations and get their perspective on the next days prospects. Basically everything had been cancelled that day and a lot of people were hanging about. Jenny took the time to tell us about the restuarant and bar scene. She said we should be able to find some more white-welli boys at the pub that evening. We were on our own for dinner that night, but we all decided we should dine together at Cafe Plateau at 7pm. Karsten made a reservation for us and then we headed around to our hotel…which was quite nice that evening.