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| Daphne and Rosie both had their bottoms felt in Wellington |
We had most of the morning free in Wellington before catching the ferry to the South Island. So while Penny and Rita went shopping for some apparently essential travel wardrobe enhancements for Peter and Mario, the boys whizzed the cars round the corner to a super friendly and hyper-helpful crew at Ray Hartley Motors, classic race and rally nuts themselves. Ray got both the MG and the TR4 up on the lift for a thorough mid-rally inspection underneath, diagnosed a gearbox rattle, found a perplexing brake fluid leak, fixed an engine mounting and ran around across town to find a set of brake pads for the Triumph; which had had fresh pads put on for the rally but which were already 50 percent worn after just 10 days’ hard driving. And all billed for less than what the girls had just spent on some Kathmandu wash-and-wear. Onwards! The three hour ferry crossing took us from the Teletubbie farmscapes of the North to proto-Alpine scenery on South Island.
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