An uneventful ferry crossing that was billed as the most ‘beautiful ferry ride in the world’. Bloody raining wasn’t it so couldn’t really see anything. Im finding that the New Zealand weather is highly temperamental and is pissing on my fire quiet a few times in terms of being able to soak up the views. Never mind. It was at the ferry town of Picton where we bedded down for the night and got chatting to an elderly woman in the hostel.
Don’t really want to cuss her here as she was very friendly and nice but she did go on a bit and she was going off on spiritual meanings of things and destiny which I wanted to believe but it was a little too much in the clouds even for me.
She believed it was destiny that we gave her a lift to Nelson the following morning. Maybe it was but I think I’m gonna leave it at that. She might be a witch and turn me into a duck or something if I say bad things. Still she said she’s writing a book and that Andy and I would be in it. Aha! Maybe it was destiny that she would appear in my blog too! Oh the weirdness of it all. Or not. Oh this is just shit lets move on.
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