Our ferry trip across from the North to the South Island took us, after quite a while on the open sea, along the Marlborough Sound.
There are really no words for this quiet, stupendous journey. My uncle, who served in the British Navy in his time, tells me that sailors who train here can sail pretty much anywhere. The ferry slows so as not to disturb the wildlife too much, and sails apparently straight at the land, which turns out to be the narrowest gap between craggy islets and grassy shorelines. It was an almost eerily beautiful sail. Quite a few people were standing out on deck near me, all of us were speechless. The landscape seemed to invite quiet wonder.
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