I’ve just spent a lovely weekend in Blenheim with Polly, and decided to tempt fate and take the ferry. Known for being slow and untimely, Friday did not disappoint. I called the info line, learned the Lynx was on time, and turned up to find the terminal full of people who had had their services cancelled, along with a dose of uncertainty as to whether it would sail. In the end it did, 40 minutes late, although Polly tells me the info line still said it left on time.
Then on Sunday I was called and told we were in for more of the same, thanks to high seas, and would I like to change to the earlier sailing of the Aratere? Done, I cried, and booked club class. So instead of being on the faster Lynx, I sat in comfort on the Aratere which was perfectly on time and nice and quiet (honestly, who decided they didn’t need club class on the Lynx?). So I was home at a reasonable time and all would have been good, expect for the throat infection Polly has donated (damn her)…
And if anyone wants a GMail invite, drop me a line.
