The next day I had sore muscles but my knees were OK. Before we left Raetihi we planted a few trees in a field near the hostel. We were the first stray bus to do so and became pioneers of a new tradition. On our way to Wellington we stopped at a cafe and at a giant carrot near a veggie playground in Ohakune.
In Foxton I bought pumpernickel bread at a Dutch shop situated in a windmill. 😉 After checking in at the hostel in the early afternoon we went to the Museum of New Zealand/ Te Papa Tongarewa and learned about earthquakes, immigration into New Zealand over the decades, and Maori culture. I walked along the waterfront and through town to the bottom station of the iconic red cable car, and found it quite irritating to see Christmas decorations in shops.
Later I met the others for free dinner at the pub next door to the hostel. The veggie pie was tiny and dry, and I went back to have my soup and cheese scone. That evening I was very tired of travelling, another dirty hostel kitchen, annoying people, and no privacy, and decided to have a shower and an early night.
Early the next morning we had to get up before 6 am to catch the early ferry to the South Island.
I used the three and a half hour crossing to catch up on my blogging.
In Picton we boarded a big bus and were suddenly twice as many people. Despite the group meal that night we didn’t mingle and over the next week our little group of Belgians, Dutch and Germans would grow even closer together. I started getting a little bit nervous about my skydive tomorrow. Two Dutchies would do it with me and the guy was even more anxious than me whereas the girl always had to point out that she wasn’t worried at all and that it was more likely to be struck by lightning than to die in a skydiving accident! Great, that was exactly what I needed to hear! When I did my laundry one of the Belgians said why I bothered, I had to do it again tomorrow anyway and when I asked why he replied: “Because you’ll sh** your pants!” Hahaha!