Learning from my experiences in Auckland I only hung around in Wellington for a couple of days. Then it was off to the ferry to cross the Cook Strait to the South Island and maybe the true meaning of New Zealand...maybe so. The ferry left Wellington for Picton at an hour in the morning I didn't even know existed. I think it's one of the few ferry journeys I have been on recently where I haven't taken the obligatory 'pivo'. The ferry ride is reputedly one of the most dramatic in the world. Yup, pretty dramatic indeed - blowing about 120 knots and sheeting down with rain. I think the scenery was pretty impressive too.
Farewell to the north island of New Zealand.
It looks calm...it wasn't!
Ferry arriving in Picton and doing the most impressive docking manoeuvre involving a pirouette and a rose in the teeth. How odd.
The ferry, oddly enough, was an old Portsmouth - Cherbourg cross channel ferry that had been put out to pasture in not really calmer but certainly greener waters.
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