Our seemingly never ending caravan trip around the South Island has come to an end. After 80 days away, it was finally time to head home. This snap was taken at the Picton Lookout, and you can just see the Inter Island Ferries behind us.
Should be a calm trip
Finding ourselves a table aboard, we settled down to the journey. Things got interesting when the Captain announced that a drill was taking place. After several blasts of the siren, staff members came with life jackets to show how to put them on, and answer any questions. Other scenarios took place, a life boat drill, and a (supposed) fire in the engine room, reminding us on the loudspeaker that this was only a drill for staff training taking place. Just as well it was a drill, because my heartbeat certainly got raised when the Captain started calling out, “Abandon ship, abandon ship” very loudly!
Views from the trip
Our journey from Picton to Wellington
We arrived home to a huge pile of mail, including our Census Forms which had to be dealt with pronto. The caravan is unpacked, and the caravan fridge needed a really good clean after it had been assaulted by a jar of pickled onions which tried to escape! Several loads of laundry have been done – it’s not as if I neglect this task while on holiday. But washing, like rust, never sleeps. And I had been to umpteen different laundries while away on our trip, including this one with the interesting sign outside. There is no mistaking what that is!
This way to the launderette
So now we are home again, I’m hoping to reacquainted with my sewing machine again. Perhaps tomorrow.