Today I took the ferry from Wellington to Picton and the coach from Picton to Christchurch. I felt dreadful leaving the home in Wellington, not Wellington itself, I hadn't got to know it yet, but the home, my hosts and Juno were reluctantly left behind. The ferry trip was heartbreakingly beautiful, taking me entirely by surprise as I had no preconceived idea of what it would be like. The coach trip too had some beautiful scenery, although I must admit I had a severe case of coach trip paranoia (a phenomena quite common for me) and was convinced not only that the other passengers hated me, but that everyone I love would be dead by the time I reached my destination! I bumped into Simon and our well meaning dutch girl (whose name I can't spell!) from my last home stay who were in Kaikoura where we stopped off for a 30 refreshment break, small world! (Or country.) I did need to take 2 more buses once I got to Christchurch, something I did with little problem but much worrying. Not I am here, my Host has assured my there's "not much to do in Christchurch." How... Refreshing! We shall see what tomorrow brings, I am tired and right now I would sooner be back in Wellington or even Auckland. Good night!
