As we boarded the Interislander ferry in Picton in intermittent rain, I steeled myself for a nauseating ride – I’d heard plenty of Cook Strait horror stories.
A cold gust of wind blows upriver, the sky is full of dark grey looming clouds, and you can see steam billowing from the truck exhaust in the red glow of the taillights.
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