Following our visit with Michael, our caravan moved further south to visit Franz Josef, one of the few towns to dot the mid-westcoast in 'Glacier Country'. Only about two roads large, Franz Josef sits on the edge of the Waiho River, the river derived from the Franz Josef glacier 5km away from town. The students settled into the bustling hostel filled with travelers from Asia, Germany, the US, and Scandanavian partiots. We were fortunate to have the weather hold-out for our evening, such that Anne, Jay, and I could enjoy a brief reprieve from cooking dinner to enjoy a night 'out'. The students were, instead, enthusiastically tackling a meal of pasta and pesto in the hostel. I've never heard someone (much less a whole group) get so excited about pasta!
Tomorrow: Fox Glacier!