Goin’ Down South

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Well I made it to the the south island of New Zealand, but not without a few delays, a brief period of despair, and several hours with a van driver who loves Johnny Cash.

The day started off normal enough: 6:00am alarm, dress in the dark so as to avoid disturbing the five others in your luxurious 100 sq ft suite, slug 40 pounds on your back and 10 on your front, hike to a random street corner for a shuttle pickup. Routine. The goal was to get from Wellington (A) in the north to Picton (B) in the south, and the ferry is the best way to accomplish that.


I’ve been on ferries before but this one was the bees knees. It was practically a mini cruiseliner with 10 decks, a cinema, a bar with live music, and two decks just for cars and trucks. Unfortunately our 45-minute-late departure caused me to miss the one bus that runs daily from Picton to Nelson (C), my travel goal for the day. After getting my checked bag (yeah, I was surprised to check a bag on a ferry, too) I considered my options:

  • Stay in a Picton hostel. This felt like a wasted day because Picton is little more than a gateway to the south island.
  • Make a sign saying “I’ll pay you $25 to take me to Nelson” and put on my best pitiful face for other ferrygoers.
  • Hitchhike. This was the leader but I abandoned the idea after looking at a map and seeing 65 miles of foreign country ahead of me.

I decided to hike to the Picton city center so I could sit under a tree and weigh my options and along the way I came across an i-SITE center, which is kind of a hub for travel and booking information around the south island. A helpful lady inside informed me that sometimes a driver will stop in and ask if any stragglers need a lift and she suggested that I hang around until about 1:00pm. My new best friend Maurice arrived in his white van right on time.

Maurice is a fellow who I’d guess is in his 60s, a bit gruff, but talkative and likeable. Unlike the Stray bus drivers, who would invite passengers to play DJ with their iPods, Maurice supplied tunes from his personal CD collection out of what sounded like a single speaker in the dash. On more than one occasion we almost ran off the road at 100 kph as he fumbled through his folio. Based on what I heard, he’s a Johnny Cash, John Denver, Beach Boys kind of guy.

Maurice informed me that he was heading all the way down to Westport (D) so I gave him another $45 to get me there. We did pass through Nelson and it looked like a town I’d like to visit but Westport got me further down the coast and closer to my goal of Queenstown. Maurice and I chatted about all sorts of things, including a nice hostel called Bazil’s, and he graciously dropped me off right at the front door.

Westport is an old mining town with a population of about 5000. There isn’t much to do in the city itself as it’s more of a launch point for just about any outdoor activity you can think of. Today I borrowed a mountain bike from the hostel and rode to a hiking trail with incredible views at Cape Foulwind, overlooking the Tasman Sea. At one of the lookouts you can check out a colony of seals on the rocks below but spotting them was a bit like playing Where’s Waldo. How many can you count in the pic below?

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10 thoughts on “Goin’ Down South

  1. Uncle Bob says:

    I remember when I was in the Air Force I hitch hikes from Houston to Breaux Bridge, La., about 250 miles as I recall. It scared me to death. I did ok but remember wondering if I would be hung out all night. One thought. Although I have great admiration for you and this “TRIP” you are on, if I had a teenaged son I wouldn’t let him near you when you get home. The stories you will tell, the adventures you will share both good & bad will amaze us all, but us old folks, we will just sit and dream a little, but young guys, lookout- – – – – – –

    • kyfried says:

      I look forward to sharing stories with you and everyone else. I’ve enjoyed hearing hearing about some things in your life that I knew nothing about!

  2. Boone says:

    5, maybe 6, seals?

  3. Judy says:

    My old eyes only counted two! Glad to hear you made your goal after all. It is a bright spot in my day to “tune in” and see what you are up to. It is cold here and the daffodils shiver every morning cursing the warm spell that we had..tricked them into blooming and then left! I believe you are going to have to host more than one “slide show” to share all of your experiences. We will look forward to those evenings.

    • kyfried says:

      I’m so glad that you enjoy the blog Judy. I have fun doing it but I have to leave out so much due to time and technical constraints. I’ll be happy to give you all the behind-the-scenes info when I get back in a few weeks!

  4. Ami says:

    sweet! and .com on this post’s title. : )

  5. I don’t think there’s any seals in that photo! I think you’re messing with me!

    “How do you keep an idiot occupied?”
    “Tell him there are seals in a photo of a bunch of rocks and ask him to count them.”

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