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I'm getting ready to leave the Wellington hostel, and take the Interisland Ferry to Picton, and the South Island. Wellington has grown on me far more than I'd think possible in such a short time, for reasons that have nothing to do with Peter Jackson or the Rings movies; I'm already feelings pangs of something very like homesickness, and making excuses to myself for staying. I'd still have to leave in the end, though; I came to New Zealand for an adventure, after all. Goodbye, Wellington; I carry you in my heart.

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On an impulse, I decided to take the InterIsland ferry (the Kiwi definition of "ferry" in this case including "Small ocean liner") to the South Island- a gorgeous cruise across Cook Strait. Then, I wound up taking a train from Picton (which has no airport) to Christchurch. I'd hoped to fly out to Queenstown tonight, as I'm going to visit Doubtful Sound tomorrow, if I can make it the rest of the way there. That'll pretty much wrap up my vacation; thence to Auckland, and America. Oh, New Zealand...