Sailing over the Tasman Sea

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale

a tale of a fearful trip,

that started from this New Zealand port,

aboard this tiny ship.

The mate was a mighty sailin' man,

the Skipper brave and sure,

Many passengers set sail that day,

for a three hour tour,

a three hour tour.

The weather, it was perfect

The sea, smooth and calm

If not for the motion sickness bands

My breakfast would be lost

My breakfast would be lost.

At noon we jumped ship on the beach of this Abel Tasman Isle

A retired woman and my spouse,

a school group with chaperons

The Germans and Asian folks

here on Tasman’s Isle.

So this is the tale of our adventures

hiking for a long long time.

We had to make the best of things,

it was an uphill climb.

The pick-up time was getting close

This panicked wife was lost

if not for the courage of my fearless mate,

Our return would be missed.

Our return would be missed.

No cel phone coverage anywhere,

not a single luxury

like Tom Hanks with Wilson

We’d be stranded as can be

So join us here each day my friends

You’re sure to get a smile

From the misadventures of us two

In these southern hemisphere isles.

Larry is go. go. go.

We walked 8 1/2 miles today.  It was a day of ‘rest.’  I often wonder what lounging by a beach or pool with a good book would look like?

Goat Hunters

Look at these colors!

Shared a beer at the end.