20 Jul
Travel NZ – North Island Wellington Quay boarding the Cook Straight Interislander

Travel NZ – North Island Wellington Quay boarding the cook straight Interislander:
Well the day had come, well the morning actually. It was 3am and I was in line ready to board the Interislander after paying for a ticket the day before. The ticket prices were as follow: 1 adult $58.00, and with a car less than 1.8 meters high $167.00, if you pay on the web witch is the best way to do it. And please note that this was in peak time at Christmas, fares will be cheaper in the off peak period (and will change without warning due to increases over time). You can find ticket prices and sailing times at www.interislander.co.nz
It was a cold morning in Wellington Quay and I am sure I saw frost, on the entry point to the interislander. I had stayed up till 1am with Bronwyn the night before so I was quite tired. I thought I would just close my eyes for a second while waiting in the car to board, and I fell asleep, but I was awoken again with an older guy saying “here’s another one asleep”, to his mate “come on son, its time to go” he stated “no worries” i said and started the car and followed the guide up onto the ferry. The Interislander was a massive thing. To give you an idea on how big it was, I was told to park next to a semi trailer, along with 4 other cars, I was in awe of its size.

After locking up the car we were told to grab our belongings and head to the upper decks. I was knackered so I found a seat in the bar and crashed for a couple of hours sleep. I slept through leaving Wellington Harbour, not to mention the noise of the ships two massive diesel motors. I woke up a little after 5am and decided to go for a walk out on deck, but I was going to need a coffee first I thought to myself. The captain came over the load speaker and said that it was only 2 degrees on deck and not to stay out there to long but I had to catch the sun rising over the water awesome sight indeed.
Being on this boat reminds me of a tragic story, the story of the Wahine a ferry that was lost in a cyclone in 1968, after running a ground on the barrett reef, 54 people were killed not on the ship its self getting from the ship to the shore. My father tells of a tale of him and his brother Les being booked on the very ship returning from lyttelton but there was an error in the booking for the surname brown that day and they were called to say there tickets were cancelled (and I thank a higher power for that misfortune every day). Many years ago I had a neighbor where I lived in Massey, Auckland. He was 1st mate on the Wahine he was one of the last people of the boat and told us story’s of people being crushed by the ship as she rolled over on the rocks, A sad tale; but today’s ferries have a much safer design and stabilizers to prevent these sorts of things happing witch I was happy about, the last thing that I wanted to go thought on the eve of my adventure was a swiming lesson in rough sea.

Being the first time on the interislander ferry I grabbed my coffee and the camera and wandered out onto the upper deck and made my way to the bow. There was only a hand full of other nutters out there (including me) taking in the sights. As we were coming through the sounds, it was an awesome sight just catching the sun as it come over the hills in the background. It was so peaceful on deck and soon most of the people returned to the warmer parts of the boat. I remained to watch the sun come up. This was quite a remote part of the country and the only way to get out here from Picton was by boat, I had always wanted to be that far away from the rest of the world so I felt at home and tranquil in these surroundings.

It was going to be another 40 minutes until we docked at Picton so I went and got another coffee to warm up a bit due the time spent on the deck. After getting another coffee I had a look around the interislander to see what was on offer. I found two massive rooms all decked out with comfortable chairs and huge screens in which movies were playing, the kids had a play room which looked like half the deck, and if you were having techno with-drawl syptoms you could jump onto the internet in the internet café. There was more than enough to do on board if you were not going to brave the out doors.

It was a smooth trip, the ferry was well balanced and you would never have known you were on the sea. I was very happy with the crew; they were happy to answer questions and were forth coming with information regarding the surrounding area and ship directions. I would have to say it was well worth the money that they asked for the journey.

The interislander was getting close to Picton Wharf now, so I headed back out onto the upper deck to take a look. The crew and captain had done this many times and it showed, as we approached Picton the interislander did a complete 360 degree turn in place in a space that I thought was too small. Then we were skillfully guided into the wharf itself and it was time to disembark so I headed down to the lower decks, hoped in the car and waited. Next stop Picton I thought to myself, and a spot of breakfast.

























