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Day # 1 Totaranui - South Island " So, the water is only supposed to be knee deep as we cross." said Alec, our young guide. She had led groups in the Abel-Tasman National Park before, but this was her first season back this year. It had been raining a lot, the skies heavy and overcast, and the tide was out; the boat we saw in the distance looked to be grounded. It was meant to be our transport across the inlet at Awaroa, and on the other side was a short walk to our lodging for the night. There were four of us travelers, plus Alec who was a New Zealander, but had been raised on the islands of Vanawatu. We had all met earlier that morning from our various pick-up points in Nelson, and been transported by coach bus to Kaiteriteri. Along the way we introduced ourselves, N. and J. from Cambridge in the U.K., and S. who came from Glencoe, practically in my back yard. The others had been to New Zealand previously. They were as eager as I t...