We failed in our attempts to experience some white water rafting when a rather rude woman informed Si that they were "chock o' block" with kids!? A further phone call did not prove much more enlightening but we have deduced that it is not the right time of year and so there is not enough water in the river. Hopefully, an activity to look forward to in New Zealand.
Our thoughts turned instead to the daily task of finding just the right place to set up camp for the night. A tempting ad had caught our eye: Mingling Waters promised a waterside location, a tranquil setting, good food and interesting walks. Unfortunately, the campsite did not quite live up to expectations largely due to a pungent sulphor smell emitting from the nearby river. It was this continuous and overpowering smell which prompted us to rename the place Minging Waters!