Ferry Tales
Why is it that people always share the worst possible experiences when it comes to ferry crossings and childbirth?
Well, it’s time to change the tradition. What a brilliant crossing. Strong northwest winds, 1 metre swell – in a big boat, it may as well have been flat calm. In fact, we are all a bit wind burnt and I am certainly browner today than yesterday. The kids watched 2 movies, bought a very expensive pottle of chips, and came out to watch with me when we cleared the heads at one end of the journey and came into Picton at the other end. As long as we were heading south, it wasn’t windy at all at the front of the boat.
We stopped for Subway in Kaikoura – yum. Zach nearly drove us made asking “Are we there yet?”, “How far is it?” and “Whose house are we staying at?” With Aunty Sue.
Yes, but whose house?
Aunty Sue’s.
Whose house are we staying at tonight?
Finally, we figured it out. We’re staying at your cousin Bridget’s.
Oh.
Bridget, yep, he knows who that is. Couldn’t remember who Aunty Sue was and that was the problem.
So we arrived around ten at night, the children were all still awake, having had naps on the way. Didn’t take too long to settle either.
This morning they are enjoying getting to know their Christchurch cousins and generally are coping with all the changes very well.
Chris and I are starting to relax, nothing like 3 and a half hours of enforced idleness to slow the brain down. Which we needed as it was a bit tight getting away, as Jewel Fyfe can testify, we were dropping off the car to Rosie at 11:45. But we made it to the ferry OK, only ten minutes late which is a bit of a miracle. Thanks to all those people who’ve been praying for us!
Of course, we have a list of bits and pieces we’ve taken with us that we meant to leave behind and I have lost the invoice for the tree guy so I still don’t know how I am going to pay him…but that can wait until next week.
Sister Sue is keen to take us on the gondolas, something about locals going free if they bring out of towners with them… and it is a fabulous day here, clear and hot.
Well, it’s time to change the tradition. What a brilliant crossing. Strong northwest winds, 1 metre swell – in a big boat, it may as well have been flat calm. In fact, we are all a bit wind burnt and I am certainly browner today than yesterday. The kids watched 2 movies, bought a very expensive pottle of chips, and came out to watch with me when we cleared the heads at one end of the journey and came into Picton at the other end. As long as we were heading south, it wasn’t windy at all at the front of the boat.
We stopped for Subway in Kaikoura – yum. Zach nearly drove us made asking “Are we there yet?”, “How far is it?” and “Whose house are we staying at?” With Aunty Sue.
Yes, but whose house?
Aunty Sue’s.
Whose house are we staying at tonight?
Finally, we figured it out. We’re staying at your cousin Bridget’s.
Oh.
Bridget, yep, he knows who that is. Couldn’t remember who Aunty Sue was and that was the problem.
So we arrived around ten at night, the children were all still awake, having had naps on the way. Didn’t take too long to settle either.
This morning they are enjoying getting to know their Christchurch cousins and generally are coping with all the changes very well.
Chris and I are starting to relax, nothing like 3 and a half hours of enforced idleness to slow the brain down. Which we needed as it was a bit tight getting away, as Jewel Fyfe can testify, we were dropping off the car to Rosie at 11:45. But we made it to the ferry OK, only ten minutes late which is a bit of a miracle. Thanks to all those people who’ve been praying for us!
Of course, we have a list of bits and pieces we’ve taken with us that we meant to leave behind and I have lost the invoice for the tree guy so I still don’t know how I am going to pay him…but that can wait until next week.
Sister Sue is keen to take us on the gondolas, something about locals going free if they bring out of towners with them… and it is a fabulous day here, clear and hot.
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