Hokitika

Jimmy drops into the entry drop on the first Gorge

I do likewise.

Rob on yet another no-way-out rapid.

Jimmy in the spectacular and (thankfully) flat water Gates of Arganoth gorge.

Jimmy and Hugh's last day so we decided to have a crack at the famous Hokitika gorges. This is one of the most intimidating and committing sections of river I have ever been on. On the fly in all we could see was flashes of white, white and more white, buried in 4 deep canyons. Linking the canyons were steep boulder rapids, choked with sieves. There is no trail whatsoever - just dense bush. To add to the drama, on occassions you can't see fully around the corner and have to take several leaps of faith. Not the place to mess up or break gear. After 5 hours of intense class 5 boating we reached the confluence with the Whitcombe, exhausted but very happy! We've enjoyed a tight crew with Rob, Jimmy, Hugh and myself and scored some world class paddling with the weather finally coming good. Now in Christchurch enjoying some urban pleasures (like showers) and seeing Jimmy and Hugh off. I will stay till New Years and Rob is here indefinitely.