South Island, NZ

This will be a short update. I'm not allowed to write this due to the potential for me to miss out some information - for example, a brush with the NZ police. It's amazing what you get away with if you refer to Her Maj and flash a look of colonialist assurance.
We're mid-way on our way down Highway 6 onto Queenstown. We're heading off for some cross-country skiing and the usual NZ madness which involves either a bridge, some elastic or a helicopter. We've done almost 600 miles in 3 days and covered all landscapes. This part of the country is amazing (as we were promised by all who've been here). It feels as if we have the place to ourselves for all the cars or people we see. Apart from some Japanese stalkers who seem to turn up in their rented mobile homes everywhere we are - what's even more scarier is that they have a seperate vehicle for all of their supplies!
The boys are enjoying things - as a flavour - sky-chairs, down hill luge, glaciers, volcanic mud, gold mining, wallabees, wild pigs, moari hakka, and curry sandwiches. Yes, their education is now complete - they have mastered the art of main course food between 2 slices of bread!
Weather is cold and wet but the tops of the mountains have snow and we're heading for more.