This morning we took the train into Wellington - the weather was a bit sour - has been all day, raining on and off; we're a bit worried about the weather since we're taking the (3.5 hr) ferry ride across Cook Straight (correct me if I'm wrong here people) to the South Island, arriving and staying in Pictin for the night.
Still raining on and off when we board the ferry. By far this is the biggest boat I've ever been on - slightly loveboat-esk -- The Blue Bridge. Take me away to freedom! I think (ok I didn't think that but I felt like I needed to write something meaningful there -- really I was trying to ignore Dad's constant banter on seasickness).
After boarding the mighty vessel (the bowels of the ship, says dad) we see a dog sitting in the driver's seat of a camper (caravan here) - dad stops - oh i have to take a picture - i roll my eyes, so we continue (sorry mom, it really was cute). we climb up 3-4 flights of narrow stairs (why didn't we check our packs?) and find a place in the back of the ship (yeah i dont know nautical terms) on a couch, and i try to think of anything and everything other than seasickness. ok the grilled cheese sandwich i just had, wrong thought. ipod helped for a bit, but once we got out on the open sea, it was a wee bit brutal. I heard one person say 8m waves, but that wasn't confirmed. Someone else said only 4m. Even so, the ship was rockin' and not in a good way. All but the children (Cool!!!) were looking unhappy. Luckily, I was able to curl up and doze until we reached calmer waters. I venture to the deck - Beauty! (Something new and different). The mountains are certainly mountains here.
Oh, and I didn't hurl. Neither did dad.
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