We arrived at the ferry for our 10:00 departure from Wellington to Picton. I had heard loads of stories about how rough and unpredictable the cook straight could be. Apparently it can even become so rough that people often get knocked over and break bones. It wasn’t that rough when we crossed … so I napped.
We arrived in Picton with very few ideas of what we were actually supposed to do. No ideas whatsoever. Completely and utterly lost on what we should do to occupy ourselves. James wasn’t even holding the lonely planet in the proper direction – silly boyfriend.
So instead of intelligently sitting down and making a coherent plan – with the help of our guide books and information from the isite, we decided instead to start walking south. Let’s see how close we can get to Blenheim in an afternoon.
Half way there apparently.
Stopping for a ukulele break
We made it about 11 kilometres and we were not even trying to hitch. It was just beginning to become evening and we started keeping an eye out for places to wild camp. At that moment, a car stopped in front of us. We were picked up by a guy from Wellington who was heading down to Christchurch to bring supplies to his family there. People have been having a hard time getting the essentials down in Christchurch after the earthquake – especially clean drinking water, as the water mains were all broken.
He drove us to Blenheim. In hindsight, we should have gone with him further down the line as the next morning we decided to leave Blenheim to head further south anyways, but at the time we didn’t have any plan.
We made it to Blenheim and tried one of the backpackers to ask about tent sites. They had none but they pointed us towards a camping ground. But to go there we would have had to back track down the same road we had already trudged down, and that didn’t sound appealing at all. So instead we headed to a near by park and waited till dark – so no one would see us as we set up our tent.
We slept in the park, hidden behind some bushes.
I think we would be more camouflaged if our tent was not bright orange.
But anyways, no one spotted us.