Our return chopper pilot was less keen to do tricks – apparently it makes him queezy. But he still obliged us with one though – a steep climb and then from the crest a drop straight down.
Back in town we had lunch with a couple of the girls from the hike, but needed have bothered shouting them (at least not for Bryce’s sake). We got in some sleep though, and then that evening jumped in the car bound for Fox Glacier where our mates from the Connections tour were having a karaoke night.

The road from Franz Joseph to Fox is windy and great for anyone with a half decent car to cruise around. We had to stop along the way however because of strange noises coming from the car. Quite embarrassing really, but we couldn’t figure it out so I just drove like a granny for the rest of the way.
At Fox we found the guys and got in and had some fun. The drinks were cheap (even if they didn’t have scotch) and soon enough we were up and singing our crazy little hearts out. I certainly enjoyed catching up with Susanne again too, and some of our outdoor antics caused some tittering and ribbing for a week or two to come.
Bryce “drove” us back to Franz Joseph, though I more credit guardian angels for returning us safely.

Up in the morning and we drove through Fox again as we made our way to Queenstown.