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Happiness Is The Road
It hadn't been as noisy as last night except for the pained cries of the ducks who were still searching for their pond. After brekky we got out of this hell hole. We were really looking forward to leaving the North Island and couldn't wait to get on the ferry. We did some food shopping in Lower Hutt at New World and Pak N Save and then we drove into Wellington and to the Bluebridge ferry terminal. We got there at about half eleven in plenty of time for the half one ferry. We checked in and then parked up in the queue. Whilst we were waiting we noticed to my horror that Gunther's camper van was in the queue very close to us. We then saw Gunther, the baby and his male amenities loving wife coming back from very possibly the family bathroom. We just hoped that they weren't heading to the same camp site as us tonight. We were on tenterhooks! Before too long we were driving onto the ferry for the three and a half hour journey across the Cook Strait to Picton on the South Island. We had booked a private cabin as this would avoid us being with other people and Jay could throw up in the privacy of her own bathroom! We happily watched the North Island fade over the horizon as the ferry chugged it's way across the water. The sea was lovely and calm coming out of the bay near Wellington but it got a bit choppy when we were out into the Cook Strait. Luckily just before Jay was going to do a 'Mr Creosote' we saw land and entered the very calm water of the Queen Charlotte Sound. The water was a gorgeous deep blue and we watched from our tiny cabin window as the ferry passed by lots of beautiful tree lined little coves. Scenically the South Island was off to a good start. At just gone five the announcement was made to proceed to the car deck. Our little camper was waiting for us and before too long we were driving onto solid land. We had booked a camp site in a place called Linkwater which was about 15 kilometres from the ferry terminal. We drove out of Picton and along a very twisty and bendy road that hugged the side of the Queen Charlotte Sound. We passed through some gorgeous little bays and the scenery was beautiful. With no one driving up our **** we hoped that the drivers on this island would be better than their northern counterparts. We got to the camp site without anyone trying to force us off the road. So far so good. The camp site was in a beautiful valley and is a working beef farm. We received a really friendly welcome from the owners, in fact the best welcome we have ever received on a camp site. We even got some home made muffins as a welcome. We took them because it would have been rude to refuse but we couldn't eat them because of the sugar! We had our tea and chilled out for the rest of the day. We went to bed with fortunately no sign of Gunther and co. Here's hoping south is better than north.
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