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Well, finally got to Picton - 3 hours 20 mins late, after a rougher-than-a-badgers-bottom crossing from Wellington. Just about the only sub-170 year old on the boat, so the conversations were fun. They went something like this...
Me: It's rough isn't it.
Them: Two weeks
Me: And how long is your trip.
Them: Sydney
And boy did they moan. The food wasn't good enough, (we were on a boat with a deli, m'dear) the boat was delayed and drafty, the cookies were too hard?! (baffled me too, I expect they want stale cookies instead) the soup was too hot, there was no jam (there was, I found it for them) and the fish and chips were too much to eat (so I helped them do it)Oh and the sky was dark so they couldn't see the Marlborough Sounds. IT'S CALLED NIGHT!!!
Those that weren't old were being sick, usually missing the sickbags provided for them. Quite funnily, it was a group of americans who had never been on a frrrrrrry before who were the victims. Oh how I laughed. So all in all a fantastic boat journey.
Checked into a hostel next door to the train station where HOPEFULLY (should all things go to plan which they rarely do when it comes to transport for me) I will get said train to Christchurch,ready for my departure to Sydney on Sunday.
I have found myself lying to people who ask how long I have been in New Zealand, as I got fed up of them saying I should do this and do that, and a week is not enough time (which it blatantly isn't but blame Qantas not me!!!) Oh well, Christchurch here I come...
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