Our last few days we speed around South Island NZ in a mad dash to see as much as we can and hope that our 30-year-old car holds out before we get it home.
Hampered by bad weather we make the most of the days and are welcomed by some lovely people in the evenings, Nic in the bohemian hostel in Picton, Bruce and Joy in their family home in Te Anau (with way too much whiskey for the boys) and a couple of interesting motels we stayed in. Milford Sound was spectacular, ive never seen so much water pouring from the tops of mountains and the roads are so incredibly loopy it takes you an age to get anywhere, much to our delight.
Soon we reach Picton and prepare to take the ferry back, our last night surrounded by the friend we made there, and a new one or two which was really lovely.
We say our goodbyes and take the ferry to Wellington and then drive to our Air BNB not far from there. It was a funny little self-contained lower floor - a little over doe and over-managed but most welcome - bonus washier and dryer which i took full advantage of!
The next day we made the six-hour drive to Hamilton to return the red devil sports car! We took the wonderful donors out for dinner and shared stories and laughs.
That night we slept well and were up early to take the coach to Auckland. Lloyds flight was at three and mine 9pm which meant a super long wait. We talked and said our farewells, i even had a little cry. Wed spent soo much time together i was unsure what life would be like without him.
I wandered the airport until my flight to Melbourne and mulled over my next moves.
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