My fascination with ferries (and boats in general) hasn’t waned. The fascination began in childhood when we would have our family holidays on mainland UK. This meant getting in the car and getting the car ferry from Northern Ireland over to Scotland. Something we did manys a time. I loved travel from an early age.
My fascination with car ferries reached a peak when I started working on them back in 2008. A dream job almost. By chance I ended up on the Isle of Wight passenger ferries. I did steward – working in the bar/lounge serving tea, drinks and food. Then later I worked on the cross channel ferries. Again a dream job for me – being paid to travel and meet people from many walks of life. If fate hadn’t steered me elsewhere I’d probably be still working on the England – France ferries serving up your morning frys. When summer 2009 reached an end, however so did my time in the UK.
Ridiculed by my unworldly but infinitely attractive Hungarian girlfriend Noemi, it was time to up my bags and leave for Australia. There ended my job on board ferry ships. But not my fascination for them!!
Since then I have been on over 20 boats, the most notable being between the south tip of Argentina all the way down to the land of snow wonder – Antarctica. I also border crossed from Uruguay into Argentina by boat. But here in this post are some memories from the excellent Interislander experience. Those boats link the north to the south island in New Zealand.
The boat leaves the dreary infamous town of Picton for the glamour and chaos of Wellington, New Zealand’s capital city.
Picton at dawn.
Flying my Northern Ireland flag on the boat out of Picton. It’s no exaggeration to say that flag travels with me everywhere.
The gangway to get on the boat. Memories of manning the gangway in Guernsey came reeling back.
The Interislander service between North and South Island contains 3 boats, this was the one I was on board – The Arahura.
The kids or gaming room on board.
I walked round both decks – i just love being on a boat.