They Say it Gets Better

But I can’t imagine it. After crossing Rimutaka Hill on our way to the ferry at Wellington, we got out of the knife-edge twisties for awhile (today’s came complete with construction, or “road works,” as they say here) we descended into the beautiful bowl of a city with the most amazing cultural museum I’ve ever seen. We only had a couple hours there, so not enough. But we were privileged to see the famous Britten racing bike that won at Daytona in 1994, and some lovely quilts. The one below measures about seven or eight feet square.

Then onto the ferry for the three-hour journey across Cook Straight to the South Island. Oh. My. Gosh. Way too many photographs here, but I couldn’t stop. After the ferry we had another couple hours going through kilometers and kilometers of vineyards (the wine here is beyond excellent by the way) and then back into the hills to our final destination of Nelson, along the shore of Tasman Bay. Chris (below right) lives here in real life, and I can’t imagine why he would ever want to leave.

Still, he says it will get better. And exactly how can that be remotely possible?