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Arriving in Picton – Day 39
Thursday 5th May 2005
Today was the ferry crossing from the North to the South Island, and I was quite glad to be escaping from the two cackling girls in the hostel, and to be heading for an altogether different kind of New Zealand – or so I’m told.
I packed my things and had a little breakfast, quite content with the evident peacefulness surrounding the hostel. I guess the two Scottish girls hadn’t woken yet, which was good for me. I said goodbye to my two roommates, the lovely girls from Germany, then set about finding my way to the ferry port.
The ferry port in Wellington is easily visible wherever you are in that part of the city, and you would think that getting there would be no problem at all. Yet, for me, it was a mini nightmare, and I ended up going the wrong way a couple of times. Eventually I rolled up in the correct place, and as it turned out, I was actually a little early, so no worries there.
The ferry was much like any other ferry I have ever been on, and it didn’t take too long for boredom to set in. I sat in a zombie-like state watching the water pass by, when a couple of familiar faces walked by. It was a couple of English girls, and I noticed them from the hostel in Wellington. We sat and chatted for the duration of the ride across the water, and it appears these girls are good fun to be around. We all did much laughing, and then we had to depart.
Down in the car part in the ferry, I said my goodbyes with Michelle and Eve, then noticed their camper van that they were driving around in. It looked great fun and I was a little jealous, but my car is perfect for me, and I wouldn’t change it. We set off in different directions and that was that. I think they were in for a drive today, whereas I was just staying in a hostel nearby in Picton.
I had noticed the scenery as soon as we arrived in Picton, and it was different than I had seen previously, more dramatic, rougher in fact. I knew I would have a good time exploring many great places on the South Island. It looked quite beautiful around this region from what i could see so far. For now though, I needed to find Sequoia Lodge Backpackers.
Found it! Picton is very small, and the town equally so, thus finding the hostel was hardly a trial. It appeared nice and cosy, if a little quiet, and I dropped my things down in the room. It was getting dark by now, so I headed into the very small town for some fish and chips, then came back to the hostel. I watched ‘Dead Man Walking’ with some of the other guests before retiring to my bed. It is a good film by the way. Tomorrow I would do a little exploring.
Written by Daniel Stevens,
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