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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.
Sounds as if the day was very enjoyable! Love the thought of the ferry.
ReplyDeleteRest your weary bones
ReplyDeleteon a scarlet ferry seat—
port’s a long way off.
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I think you were smart to stay put in the comfortable red seats and make new friends. :)
ReplyDeleteSome beautiful red there!
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