I did the trip to Lyttleton on my first SI hunt to the Havelock. I was in my teens.
I always get sea sick and once we headed away from the Welle wharf I thought, nah, this is a piece of wee wee, big ship etc etc. Then we hit the heads and I had to immediately retire to my bunk straight away. It was an overnight voyage. My mates came to bed late after pissing up and tried to rark me up. Bastards, no sympathy from them.
They said it was the roughest crossing since the Wahine went down.
On the trip back it was exactly 1 year since the Wahine disaster. The harbour was very calm as we sailed past her. Everyone lined the handrails on the port side. There was not much conversation.
The ship (cannot remember her name, woops pronoun) sounded the ship's horn. Poignant moment in my life.
I think the ferry was the Maori.
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