New Zealand, Day 10: The Ferry

Today was mostly spent travelling, which actually isn’t so bad. After eating breakfast while parked up in the queue to get on the ferry, we were directed up the ferry ramp and into a parking spot. Then we spent the next few hours eating second breakfast (we went full hobbit), having a nap, and watching the coast go past. When it was time to leave the ferry and we went back to the car, we discovered that the ramp we had parked on had been lifted to make a mezzanine level of parking. There is nothing weirder that sitting in the driving seat of a car as the floor slowly goes from flat to steep slope, especially when you are at the front and can only see empty space. It was straight through to Christchurch after this, so another chunk of driving ready for a full day tomorrow.

 

New Zealand, Day 9: Wellington

After failing to find any sort of walk in the National Park due to a complete lack of signs (it’s like they don’t want us to use the National Parks!), we decided to head on to Wellington, about 170 miles to the south. Then, it took far longer than it should have to book a campsite for the night, only to be told that we actually didn’t need to bother booking. And I discovered that city driving is the WORST!