6/10/10
Yesterday was the least fun day of my trip thus far.
Why? Because we moved from the South Island to the North. On a ferry. Through Cook’s Straight. Where there were 6 meter swells.
I spent a fair amount of time with my head over a sink. (Dramamine, why have you so forsaken me?) I also spent a lot of time sprawled out in a chair, asleep. Between the two, I think my travelling style is pretty well represented.
After that, the day was a little dull. My stomach was mad at me, and though it did not help with the seasickness, the Dramamine did make me pretty sleepy. However, I did enjoy our arrival at Wellington, NZ’s capital! Driving our coach off the ferry, we set off on a brief tour of the city. We drove up Mt. Victoria (where there was a sign indicating the filming location for the scene in Lord of the Rings where the hobbits hide from the Nazgul (??) under a bunch of tree roots) and played around on the amazing lookout. Honestly, I will never be able to look at anywhere the same ever again. Because New Zealand is sooo pretty and nowhere else compares. Speaking of which, my Kiwi accent? Is fairly ok. You silly Americans will probably not be able to tell when I flub, even.
Last night, we climbed to the top of a mountain. We wrote in the sky. Tomorrow, I will upload photos. Because my internet is maybe fast enough to handle it.
Weaving flax in Kikoura.
On a post above Yealand's vineyard. 
Megan and I attempting acrogymnastics. But we're the same size, so it didn't quite work.
Yealand vineyards, with the coast in the back. Megan, Marie, Cody, and Jessica.
