To end our first stretch of the tramp in the Abel Tasman with the grandmas, we booked a boat called the Aquapackers. Normally, you would stay in a hut or a tent but we decided it would be cool to stay in a “boat hostel”. When we arrived on the beach where the boat would pick us up, you would think one of my parents would pull out a phone, but no.
To my and Lyla’s pleasure we were told to call the old fashioned way: with our bodies and and our mouths, rather than just our fingers on phones. So Lyla and I waved and shouted, and eventually a little dinghy came to pick us up. When we arrived on the boat we met the crew of three people. We quickly got changed into our togs, (kiwi slang for swim suit) and rushed to the front of the boat so we could jump off and have a swim.
When we got back on the boat, we sat at the table to meet all of our boat mates. Then surprisingly, our conversation was interrupted by many, many, many plates of food made by the one and only Jane!
We all took this to our advantage and gobbled up the feast real quick. Lyla and I eventually got tired and retired to our skinny, chain-held bunks.
When I woke up the next morning I saw mum looking out the window. I was curious, as usual, and I peered out too. I was surprised to see a crazy storm outside. We saw it coming on the forecast, but none of us were expecting this.
Our spirits were brought up a little bit when we saw a breakfast feast on the table. But when we went out onto the front deck what we saw shocked us again. At the bach (kiwi slang for cottage) just on shore, the waves were crashing on the dock and everything they could reach. We soon found out that our dinghy ride would be delayed because it was too dangerous to dock on shore. We stayed on that boat for hours and hours looking out the window at the crazy storm. The boat that the night before acted as a giant cradle was now a recipe for sickness. The storm was the tail end of a cyclone so it was crazy and the crew said they hadn’t seen anything like it in over 16 years. As the passengers seemed to start getting annoyed, (one couple even had to catch a flight) the crew felt pressured to find a gap in the storm and bring us all to shore. So after over five hours delay we finally hopped on the little dinghy again and said goodbye to the crew and the other passengers. We sped off through the waves back to the beach. Then we set off to the next part of our adventure.