Phil complained of an achy bum within half an hour and most of the peleton had devoured their packed lunch by 11am. All this resting is definitely bad for you!
The coach driver was rather entertaining, with a dry sense of humour. Just as well as we were all under major attack from the yawns.
We were also, in our new stationary mode, under attack from the pesky sandflies again. So a quick change into leggings (and the opportunity to explain compression wear to Kim). I'm not sure whether some of the local elders have come across Skins before and wearing lycra almost felt a bit embarrassing! Phil gave me some reassurances☺️
The boat was full and it was rather a shock to be in such close proximity to so many other humans after so much time alone on the open road.
Fortunately the Real Journey Company didn't spot Jan boarding else the free tea/coffee offer would no doubt have been swiftly withdrawn.
Most fellow boat trippers in fact seemed to be on board to eat their way through the trip, focusing their attention on how many sandwiches and snacks they could stuff in, while casting an occasional eye on the surroundings. The fodder for Graham's somewhat cynical observations of nature were boundless today.
The boat journeyed toward the Tasman Sea and a gentle swell affirmed Steve was indeed better off driving the bikes back to Queenstown, rather than being here hunting for sick bags.
On the coach on the way back we were frequently given the chance to take in some more of nature's majesty: The Chasm, Mirror Lakes, Knob's Flat (lots I could say here but won't!) For some, it was just too much like hard work to get off the coach again:
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