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This is the inside of the 3 storeys catamaran Fuller ferry. On the way to Rangitoto, I went to the open upper deck where I squeezed in between two gentlemen on a hard bench. The sea breeze blew my hair, and at one stage it was too cold.
On the way back, after 3 and half hours, Wild Horses couldn't drag me away from these comfy red chairs. I told the Water Engineer that I wasn't going to climb another step to join him at the third level upper deck.
I was glad I stayed put, I talked to two lovely girls from Russia. I told them about my friend from Yukutia. They corrected me as Siberia.
4 comments:
Sounds as if the day was very enjoyable! Love the thought of the ferry.
Rest your weary bones
on a scarlet ferry seat—
port’s a long way off.
Pick your ruby:
The Other Way
Praise
I think you were smart to stay put in the comfortable red seats and make new friends. :)
Some beautiful red there!
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