What a day. I took a water taxi back to Marahau in the morning and I felt so unwell - the ground didn't stop swaying until well after I was on dry land.
I then drove to Picton to take the ferry across the Cook Strait to Wellington.
But I got lost along the way and went through the same RIDE program twice.
The first time the cop believed me that I wasn't drinking. The second time he made me take a breathalyzer.
When I finally found the ferry, I told the guys at checkin that I absolutely did not want to reverse. I think they relayed the message because when I got in line to board the boat the first thing the guy asked me to do was back up. We all had a good laugh at my expense.
Otherwise, Cook Strait crossing went without a hitch. Well...sort of. The ferry broke down and we were delayed by 1.5 hours. But the chief engineer of a New Zealand Navy warship sat beside me and kept me entertained the entire time.
Otherwise, Cook Strait crossing went without a hitch. Well...sort of. The ferry broke down and we were delayed by 1.5 hours. But the chief engineer of a New Zealand Navy warship sat beside me and kept me entertained the entire time.
Some more pictures of paradise...
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