In other news, I DROVE!!! On the highway! Yes, not only did I get the honour of driving our car (a Toyota Rav 4) from Nelson to Picton, but I also had the dubious honour of piloting us through some of the worst hairpin curves we've encountered thus far on our journey. Various phrases which escaped my mouth during the drive were, "This is thirteenth level of hell," "This is like the super-hard version of the driving exam," and "This is like the worst amusement park ride ever!" Even Dave, who never gets carsick was feeling a little nauseous by the end. I was so grateful for the Ginger Beer (like ginger ale) pictured above, when we finally stopped for lunch.Cook Strait wasn't feeling particularly friendly. According to the Wikipedia article I linked to, the strait has some of the most unpredictable waters in the world. Um, yay? The waves were considered moderate, which meant only 2-3 metres (6-9 ft) high. By the end, I could feel every one. I have to say, I don't tend to get car sick or sea sick but New Zealand is really testing that theory :)
By the time we reached Wellington, we were more than happy to exit the ferry and make our way to the place where we are staying. Our hosts, the parents of friends of Donny and Marika, took us out to a Thai place for supper and then we found our beds and slept, still trying to regain our land legs :)
*To read about Day 8, go here.