Lord of the Fiords -New Zealand

Written By Anabel Dean
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HIERITAGE Explorer slides on glassy water away from Milford Sound towards the open ocean. "The swell's only up to here on a seagull," cheers Captain Dave Barraclough, tapping his forearm with two fingers. "Almost calm enough for water skiing."

The albatross gliding past the wheelhouse at exactly that moment must be the portent of doom for, soon, a banshee's wail of maritime fury is sweeping across this raw-boned, ice-sculpted frontier.

Our 30-metre vessel is pitching violently on the relentless Southern Ocean and five passengers have surrendered to seasickness …

Anabel Dean
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