On the bus to Franz Josef Glacier we were lucky enough to have a really quick stop just outside Punakaiki village. With only half an hour to spare, we zipped around the coastal walkway to have a nosey at the pancake rocks and blowholes. The cloud was really low that day, making everything seem mysterious and a bit eerie, which I kind of like. The landscape was really odd, with forest giving way to long grassy plains which gave way to the wild pancake rocks, so named because the rock layers are stacked like pancakes.
The west coast is pretty wild, and the whole drive was very beautiful. You could really feel the power of the waves as they crashed into the surge pool (above) and shook the ground beneath our feet. I think the tide was too low for the blowholes to make themselves apparent, unfortunately, though I expect they’re equally impressive.