Farewell to Reg
November 4th 2005 After saying goodbye to Reg, we jumped on the ferry, off to the southern 'party' island.
We arrived in Picton at around 4, after gliding across the Cook Straight, though the Marborough Sounds.
Our South Island steed was a little younger and classier than Reg and so we christened him Walter, which seemed to us to fit like the proverbial glove; his windscreen is chipped and cracked like mad though
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