zealand

it’s me, monster with a beard. i’m talking from the shallow grave…again.

there was some change in that fucking weather and i could sneak out of hostel without getting wet after first fifty meters. i went to the first wharf i’ve seen which had a sign of ‘picton ferry’ fortunately it was the second and cheaper company called bluebridge. there were two very nice ladies behind the desk. i choosed smiling brunette and purchased my boarding ticket for 55 bucks. it wasn’t too bad compared the ppl with vans who had to pay almost 200 dollars! saint bike.

i had two hours until the ferry will load us. i pretty much didn’t know what to do. i had loaded bike with me, knapsack on my back and very fresh wind around. i decided to stay nearby wellington railway station. there were quite lots of ppl so i could observe very nice girls walking there and back. i could see the beehive building which haven’t impressed me much as looked at it. it’s just ordinary material building in the conic shape. it has a patina such as most of the czech buildings which has been built during the comunists era. i think that it very likely to be the same age as those. i was to lazy to take a closer look. it was probably the effect of those girls walking around. some of them were quite crazy when walking in the skirts….and to be truly precise some of them were a bit of a skirt! wow.

anyway wind was working against me and didn’t revert any of the girls’ skirt but i rather have to put on the second layer of pants. my first layer of rags-like pants are to thin and full of holes which nobody wants to know of where they are.. i looked like a forest again. green jacket, slightly more green pants, green bag..most of the folks would type the colour of my brain as soldiers’ no. as anastacia sings ‘i’m not that kind of a guy..’ it’s just coincidence.

after some time i moved into the waiting room as cold was progressing. i fell asleep in few minutes as next thing i could hear was annoucing to board the ferry from the loudspeakers.

i tied the bike to some piece of a metal bowel of that gigantic ship and was advised to carry on to the cabins. it was, i would say ‘bioshock’ to enter the stairs. it smelt like crowd of ppl was womiting until the floor was sticky and then they let the liquid evaporate. it was totally disgusting smell and i could see that i wasn’t the only one who knew ‘where the wind blown from’. we just changed our terrified faces with several ppl while climbing those ’stairs of hell’ it was really funny. you know those few seconds grins on somebody’s faces when trying to ‘get together’ with others when feeling something is wrong at that moment. so it was that moment.

i don’t remember much from that almost 4 hours ride. i just took few pictures from the dock and then fell asleep in that heated lounge. the whole ship was very comfortably shaking with it’s engines’ attempts to pierce the waves. i just love it. in the middle of my midnight i was disturbed by those ugly noises of somebody throwing up in the sick bag. it was poor child not far from the enter of the lounge expressing his thoughts of gentle moves of the ship. at the end of the that adventure i quickly went down through those horror stairs and found an acommodation in yha hostel in picton. it was almost getting dark when we arrived.