Picton

Our ferry ride to the south island. The trip over was smooth and calm, the way home rough and rolling. We learned not to sit near the bathroom, as this is where most people are trying to get to while they are vomiting.

Tramping (hiking) is very serious business in NZ, so you have to follow the rules. Kosette is shorter so she always has to walk in the back.

The view of Picton and the sounds from up on the hill.

Another view of the sound.

There are giant bumble bees everywhere, about the size of the end of my thumb.

Our first NZ outhouse experience, nicely decorated with local flora.

We stayed at a bed and breakfast hosted by Ian and Paula. Ian gave us a crash course on tramping in the mud, "Don't be a cautious man with hasty feet." I have tested this theory; Ian speaks the truth.

We made a quick trip to Picton, just across the Tasman sea on the South Island. We left Saturday morning, caught some dinner and Brazilian folk music, then did some local tramps in sunday before heading back. We're hoping it's the first of many trips to the South Island.