Then onto the main line train. This left only a couple of minutes late, but the weather throughout the day continued as dire, as we stared amazed at the flooded fields through most of the North Island.
At Palmerston North, a half hour delay while we changed locomotives, at National Park, a delay while we aited for the southbound train to push a freight train up the Raurimu Spiral, another delay near Mercer as work on the line dropped our speed to near walking pace and then a change of driver near Middlemore.
They weren't having a good day, but a lady I chatted to in the buffet car seemed to assure me that they never do.
When we did arrive, there were no taxis waiting, except for a non-Engish-speaking driver who was waiting for someone called Ken. I called for a taxi on the mobile, and he called for more when he saw the incredible scene.
A late night, no story, just drinks for the boys and straight to bed for all of us.