Franz Josef Glacier

I was driving along the dusty road to Franz Josef Glacier with Renja, when I suddenly remembered that Fiona was doing conservation work nearby. We turned the car around at the end of the road and made for the township.

I rode my mountainbike into the tourist offices. When I got to the carpeted information point, the painfully polite lady behind the counter suggested that I could park my bike in a different room. I had no idea where to find Fiona.

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