A funny thing happened on the way to the airport. This funny stuff started falling out of the sky. It was kinda cold and everything that it touched turned wet...... I think it is called rain!
Thankfully it didn't last and by the time we got to the airport it had gone. But for a short while it was worrying.
So why the airport and not simply getting onto a ferry and taking the short crossing over Cook's Strait? Well I can't get on boats. Please note that's can't and not won't. If you catch my drift. Well I think I can't. It's not definitive but all things point to that being the case. You see, I'm fine whilst in the boat - in fact I'm bloody good on boats. Yes there was that one time when I was younger on a fairly lively crossing between Portsmouth and Cherbourg that didn't go well. But I got over it and I'm sure the fellow downwind of me has gotten over the mental scarring. So being on a boat doesn't bother me but getting back onto firm ground does - once I get back onto firm ground I feel like I'm still at sea. And it lasts weeks. My inner ear seems to go crazy and even simple tasks like ... well like walking in a straight line become a problem. I could stay at sea forever thus avoiding the problem but I don't really see that as a long term solution. Besides I don't like fish that much and I'd be lost without a reliable broadband connection. The whole wobbliness thing has happened three times, including once whilst still being docked, so now I do everything to avoid being on a boat. Hence the flying.
And I'm getting a little bored of having to explain my aversion every time someone suggests we take a boat trip. Which in a country surrounded by water is a lot. Ahh well it could be worse - I could be allergic to crisps, alcohol and cake. Which would've pretty much ruined this evening.
The odd thing is that this never used to be a problem as was always fine on boats. Well except for a particularly lively Portsmouth to Cherbourg crossing on a family trip to Britanny. I was not well that time but I'm over it now and made a full recovery, as did I'm sure the chap who was downwind from me. With sufficient counselling.
After picking up the hire car, heading down the short but long road to the Marlborough region and after a 'light' lunch at a beach side cafe we arrived in Blenheim.
Staying the night in a wine making region, surrounded by grapes is an interesting prospect. I've never seen so many vines and as a result there are dozens (I think 34 to be precise) vineyards within walking distance. Well I say walking distance. If one were to try visiting them all then I don't think much walking would be possible. Not by the end at least - plus there is a real chance that it would bring on another bout of wobbliness!
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