NZ Day 5: The Milford Sound

A little more of harsh driving and we arrive at the absolutely amazingly picturesque Milford Sound.

No, there is not a ghost of a Lady Milford whose singing Sounds you can hear here at nights. Sound is a geographical term.

Sound: It is a inlet of sea inland which is long and wide inland. It’s supposed to have been carved out by the sea by eroding into the land over time.

So, this place is called Milford Sound, but it’s a geographical misnomer here, as this is not a true Sound- it was not carved from outside-in by the sea. In fact, this is a Fjord (or Fiord).

Fjord/ Fiord: This is a strip of land that’s been carved by forming and melting of glaciers over and over again over thousands (or millions) of years that then allows sea to gush into the defect thus created.
So, Milford sound is actually a Fjord, and for that same reason, this whole region in New Zealand is called Fiordsland.

This is a place where the sea comes inland in a narrow strip lined by huge mountains on either side, so practically there’s sea in the valleys where you’d normally expect rivers or streams and snow etc on usual mountain scapes. It’s just unbelievably majestic sight and you have to see it to experience it. Also, can you imagine how difficult the floor of this sea would be- as it’s not a flat but more peaks and mountains under the water level as well? These sounds or fjords as they’re known are for this reason not suitable for large vessels etc, but some touristy boats and cruisers are fine, and that’s absolutely the thing to do when you are here.

An amazing combination of rain-forests, melting glaciers turning into streams and waterfalls and dropping straight into the sea and mountain peaks at the same place.

There is a decent restaurant with a-la-carte menus or a buffet selection for lunch or dinner here, and you can get tickets for the fiord cruises from here too. We had a decent fill with buffet and then hopped on one of the cruisers:

We made our way out into the fjord, and vistas unfolded in front of us. Believe me, these pictures don’t do a dime’s worth of justice to the majestic place: