We were up early ready to join our fellow shipmates as we cruised the seas among the 49 islands within the bay. How thankful were we that we weren't hanging around the town today - 2 cruise ships moored off shore. Can you imagine how many pairs of white trainers that amounts to?
The usual queue followed by the greeting talk and introduction to the crew but what's this person doing here holding the mike? It's a, it's a woman and she has just mistakenly said she was the skipper, I wont even go there when Steves penny finally dropped.
After the safety briefing during which everyone feels fine until they start talking about seasickness and how to deal with the white paper bags strategically placed in every seat pocket, we set sail at least motored off towards Rusell. This was followed by, followed by, followed by and by the time we got to the 6th 'by' every one had had enough. Admittedly they all appeared picturesque and all slightly different but to quote (or almost) a friend of a friend "Oh look Steve its another one of those wee islands" once you've seen one you've seen them all!
The skies were grey and there was a large swell which meant quite a number of those white bags were required. A dear friend will agree with me on this - Thank goodness for arm bands, Steve had no problems at all, To cap it all when we reached the iconic hole in the rock we couldnt pass through because the swell was too big.
Home we went weary and dejected and yet anther nail in NZ's coffin.
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