1 March - not considered a walking day today.
A morning on high. The view over the city was stunning. A clear blue sky and a gentle breeze that made the statement ‘nothing could be wrong in the world!’
Diana drove us all down the driveway, delivering Trevor to an appointment and us to the waterfront. We were ‘pack free’ and had a couple of hours to explore the city.
A diving platform caught the attention of Karl. Who quickly decided to leap from it into the harbour. Shirt off. Crocs off. Phone from pocket. A leap that made him look like a seagull. Arms outstretched, he stapled into the deep green which exploded with white spray. His biggest finding was how surprisingly salty the water was!
By mid afternoon, back at the house, we were saying our farewells. Trevor and Dianna had been wonderful hosts. Trevor drove us to the ferry terminal and before we knew it, the Aratere Interislander was cruising on out of Wellington Harbour.
Karl shouted us both to a crossing in the Premium Lounge. This meant buffet food and unlimited beverages. We did alright for ourselves.
After hearing that we were walking the length of NZ, the manager on board asked if we would like to visit the captain at the helm. To which we said, ‘for sure!’
Our own private tour of the helm on the Interislander was such a treat. The amount of buttons, switches, screens and dials, reminded me of the control centre in Star Trek. (For those of you who remember that show).
Into Tory Channel and before long we were docking at Picton. The sun was setting as we walked, packs on, through the streets to Alexander’s Holiday Park.
It had been an adventurous day across Cook Strait. Certainly one to remember.
Two things broke sleep before midnight. One was a train rumbling past on the tracks above us at the campground. It almost felt like it was gong to come through the tent! The second was multiple shrill calls from Kiwi in the bush nearby. About 3am, rustling near our tent made me wonder if there was a trained kiwi coming to visit.
Goodnight.
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