If I thought the 7am coach journey was bad yesterday, the 5am wake-up call today was tragic. I physically had to push myself out of bed, telling myself it would be worth it but not entirely believing it. After being wet-suited up and given a brief talk, which I'm certain I remember absolutely nothing from, we made our way out onto the water. I knew today it would be much harder to keep my sea sickness at bay but luckily I managed to only feel really rou...

7am starts are never fun. And this one was no different. Especially as our new bus driver decided to ramble on about the same thing for 30 minutes, not allowing anyone any hope of sleeping. It did mean we got to Kaikoura at 11.30pm (so the time I would've liked to wake up) in order to head out at 12.45pm for our whale watching tour. Buying another fleece in Christchurch was probably one of the best decisions I made because as soon as we were on the water, i...