The clouds are hanging low, shrouding the mountains. Sometimes I can see patches of blue on my way to the Fjords of Southland.

The road winds its way westwards …

… through the wilderness.

I pass at a lake …

…. and moss-covered trees …

… on my way up, where the mist thickens …

… until there seems to be nothing else.

When I reach my destination …

… water pours down the mountains, hardly making a sound …

… and trees cling to bare rock.

I join the cruise …

… that follows the fjord …

… to the sea.

Then the wind blows …

… the clouds away.

On our way back …

… seals linger on the rocks, …

… dolphins frolic in the water …

… and we get really close to a waterfall.

It is still silent, but things look different now.