We got up at six thirty after a restless night. Keiron had to wake up the owners of the car that had wedged us in, and she came out, still drunk with sleep. We set off for our last journey in waka Judy.

We stopped to fill her up with petrol and to clean up her act a bit (someone had spilt washing powder all over the back at some point...) When we arrived at the ferry, we had to leave her behind, dragging all our bags to the ferry terminal to check in. It was a sad goodbye.

It was very busy and we got in the queue. We checked in all our bags (chilly bin and all) and got on the Interislander ferry. On the boat, we sat waiting in anticipation, eying up the motion sickness bags.

Luckily we didn't need them, as we decided to go to sleep for the roughest part of the journey. When we woke up, we were surrounded by the Marlborough sounds, and making our way through the calm, hill-lined waters, to the little port of Picton. We had a packet of very nice chips and when we arrived, we gathered all our bags (chilly bin still intact) and dragged them to the Avis office.

They gave us a key and directions to pick up our new waka, which was parked at the whole other side of the parking lot. When we arrived, a silver grey Mitsubishi Lancer eyed us up suspiciously. He was bigger than Judy, and not an automatic.

As soon as we were driving, we decided that he had to be male, being a bit stubborn and high-maintenance, so we baptised him waka Doug. Waka Doug took us via the scenic route, Queen Charlotte Drive, to our picnic spot, with view of the Sounds. We drove on to Nelson, then Richmond, and set up camp at the top 10 park, went to the supermarket and sorted out our stuff in Dougie's big boot.

When we put up the tent we could see the damage the Welly Wind had done in its four days of relentless battering: the straps were getting frayed at the edges. Luckily Richmond was a lot less windy and we slept a lot easier in our sleeping bags.