Kayaking at Able Tasman National Park

I decided at the last minute to go sea-kayaking again, and it turned out to be a wise decision. We split into two groups, and half of us walked the coastal track, while the others kayaked. The park is beautiful, and I wish I had more time to spend here. I took lots of pictures, which I hope to post some day, but I don't know when, since it is such a pain. We met the kayakers on the beach, had lunch, then switched places. I paired with Katy, and I was tasked to drive and paddle, which proved to be rather difficult. It was still "good fun," though, as the English say. I was pretty tired when we got back at 5pm.

Back at the Farm, some of us headed off to the "restaurant," which was just a sheltered picnic area with a couple of fires burning. Old MacDonald himself was there. A rather scary local offered to show Sara his horse, much to her chagrin. She did have it coming, though. After some games of Shithead and the worst game ever, Bullshit, I bid a sad farewell to Dave, Sara, and Clare. We'll probably meet up in Queenstown again, though. The new folks are nice, so things will still be fun.