We awoke to a Wellington that belied it’s reputation for being wild and windy, anything but.
Breakfast the the trendy and funky “Sweet Mother’s Kitchen”, served by a very pleasant if highly tattooed young lady in army fatigues and heavy boots. Muesli was a popular option, perhaps something to scour out the insides... Having a bit of time to kill before a noon check in at the ferry, we rode towards the airport then around the waterfront , Past the old Air Force Base at Shelly Bay, around Point Halswell, Scorcher Bay, Karaka Bay, and as far as the Airport , then back the same way - magnificent riding on this cracker day. Talk about a hidden treasure. We checked in at the ferry and hung about cooking in the sun while loading commenced, then headed for the comfort of the lounge (an extra but money well spent). In deference to the anticipated gentle sailing, there may have been those how did not last bikes down as tightly as they normally would, something that may have caused some apprehension a little later. Half an hour into the journey and out of the mill pond of the harbour, plates and glasses went flying as we suddenly experienced some big swells - the smell and mess of delicate stomachs being purged in hallways confirmed that there are those whose sea legs let them down at very short notice, but quickly dealt with by experienced crew - any delay in the clean up resulting in a domino effect affect! Fortunately the combination of rolling and pitching was fairly short lived, and things settled down, sleep becoming the friend of those afflicted. Off the ferry and into an Irish bar in Picton for a cold drink while traffic sorted itself out the onwards to our motel for the night and dinner at the Speights Alehouse. Tomorrow, Hanmer Springs Comments are closed.
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Don MalcolmA perfect day involves being on my Harley with a long ride ahead.
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