A motorway-style roadsign on the main route south from lake Taupo warned of "high winds on Desert Road", which was odd on two fronts: first, it's nowt like a motorway, second, this is the last place on earth you'd describe as "desert". It's so unbelievably verdant and well, wet, basically. Apparently the layers of volcanic soil are so permeable, rainwater just drains away as soon as it lands; the greenery is all heathers and tufts of wiry grasses clinging on for dear life in the gale-force winds. Fantastic scenery, must try & get some shots on the way back, when there might be a reasonable chance of staying upright.
A fairly epic leg completed, we had the good sense to stop off at the ferry terminal on the way in. That 5.25am sailing we booked sailed on the 1st.Yesterday. Don't ask how, I have no idea. Fortunately, the nice boy at the ticket office took a shine to us and all we had to pay was $35 to book the Sunday morning crossing instead. Force 6 gales forecast for the Cook Straits tonight and tomorrow, I think fate has smiled on us today :)
The sprogs have been superb today too, here's hoping it lasts another week...
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