After a lovely week with Christina and Bernard, we dragged ourselves up disgustingly early in the pre-dawn, and out into our van for a 5am ferry to Picton in the South Island. We had culled our luggage again, and packed the car before going to bed, so we didn’t have to worry about that, at least. The city was dark and quiet, we passed only one other vehicle on the motorway on our way down to the dock. There were, however, others who had arrived before us and we all waited together in the still darkness for the signal to board. We were traveling aboard Awatere, which is a large passenger and car ferry. The bulk of this vessel is needed to combat the large swells often found in Cook Strait. Paula and Grace eyed the
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