In the common traditions of both Irish and Maori, we went on the Doubtful Sound cruise, twice.
Irish version: to be sure, to be sure.
Maori version: Hari Hari, Pu Pu Springs, ... and a thousand other repeat names like that.
The cruise was so good they couldn't drag Tricia off the boat. After she chatted up the Skipper, again, we got to sail all afternoon as well as the morning.
Two, now bright red faces (wind burn) suggest we will regret this.
But we did see baby humpback, twice. And an adult just showing off.
Plus the usual suspects of penguins and seals.
Where have all the dolphins gone?
The restaurant at the end of the universe, perhaps.
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