Stewart (Barry) Island
So instead of spending the day in Invercargill, half the bus opted for the catamaran out to Stewart Island and the town of Oban which departed from Bluff.
The waves were touching on 3 metres and the swells were incredible, at some points the vessel seemed ready to be engulfed by the mass bodies of water that appeared both port and starboard but the Captain just kept on rocking us straight through.
1 hour later and 2 seasickness casualties later, we came to the wharf at Stewart Island where, predictably, we got thoroughly soaked.
All we did was run to the Hostel, and then to the pub. The rain was off and on all day and the bad weather pretty much cancelled the planned fishing trip as the collective resolve for such a trial was as damp as the clothes we were wearing.
A night in with the locals was in store.
So yeah, we came to Stewart Island, we saw and we drank.
The waves were touching on 3 metres and the swells were incredible, at some points the vessel seemed ready to be engulfed by the mass bodies of water that appeared both port and starboard but the Captain just kept on rocking us straight through.
1 hour later and 2 seasickness casualties later, we came to the wharf at Stewart Island where, predictably, we got thoroughly soaked.
All we did was run to the Hostel, and then to the pub. The rain was off and on all day and the bad weather pretty much cancelled the planned fishing trip as the collective resolve for such a trial was as damp as the clothes we were wearing.
A night in with the locals was in store.
So yeah, we came to Stewart Island, we saw and we drank.
posted by Christophe at 4:27 a.m.
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