On Monday morning we got up at a ridiculous hour (particularly if you're body is still flirting with Brisbane time) and drove off in Anna and Andrew's car (thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you) to the harbour and the inter-island ferry. It was another grey, grey, cloudy day. We found seats in the dining hall and had a truly crummy breakfast. Then, the fun began!
The trip between the North and the South Island takes 3 to 4 hours. (I was on vacation. I was not watching my watch.) We did a bit of wandering about - the gift shop, the bar, the cold and windy deck - checking out the scenery. The northern aspect of the South Island, the Marlborough Sounds, is covered with a fringe of islands and peninsulas. So, you spend a long time thinking you are "almost there".
We de-ferried at Picton and made a quick driving tour of the town marveling at the lack of parking and seats in restaurants. Like every other American in Picton that Monday, we settled on getting lunch at Subway where I was pleased to learn that New Zealanders do not consider shredded carrots to be a sandwich topping. Already, I am feeling like NZ and I were meant to be together. We traveled a short distance along the Queen Charlotte Drive and pulled over to enjoy the first look out - eat our lunch and look at the port of Picton.
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