The ten day forecast is looking particularly dire.
Metservice doesn't offer the weather on Stewart Island, it appears (or perhaps I can't work the website, either seems likely) but the projected high in Invercargill for the day of our arrival is 15 degrees, with lashings of rain. The mental projection of lovely, 23 degree-ish sunshine on an isolated island in the deep south is starting to fragment. My focus is now getting enough books to last me a week, packing the cards, and wondering whether I can fit anything else in my pack once it is holding the enormous rip-off North Face jacket my father purchased for me in China, circa 2001. Don't worry, we've sorted the duty free booze and that'll be travelling with us in the precious, precious hand luggage.
My sister K has been sending messages predicting bulk barf on the ferry. The Foveaux Strait is no joke, I'm lead to believe.
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THIS PHOTO IS FROM HERE. THE CAPTION READS:
'Rakiura is the Maori name for Stewart Island, the 'third island' of New Zealand. This summer view is taken from the summit of Bluff Hill, on the far southern tip of the South Island. Foveaux Strait is right in the middle of the Roaring Forties, and is very rarely this calm.'
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