Paparoa to Auckland
July 26, 2008 We drove to Abel Tasman, with golden beaches, not fake gold, real gold and blue seas. We wanted to go kayaking, but blame the 4 meter swells – I’m not writing about this on the 27th. Second of all on the 27th we had a boat to catch. I was in the car and nearly rotted to death from boredom. We drove on horrible roads and when we got close to the edge of the road I thought we were going to fall off the edge. Other than that, I didn’t pay 1/12th of attention to the road. July 27, 2008 We took a ferry to the North Island, as in a week and a half our adventure to ‘wonderland” would be over. The sea was bumpy, and I like to look out of windows if not go out on deck, but seldom did I look out, because my parents told me I couldn’t do anything else until I was finished with my book. We had to take a nap because if you are rocking to and fro like a mad child stamping and moving wildly that is okay, but if you are rocking like a mother rocks her baby, only in a giant cradle, it see