DAY 5. WELLINGTON.
Genevieve and Peter had visited Wellington years earlier when they had hired a car and driven around New Zealand’s north and south islands. It was a simpler time. Noah was safe, his phone calls came regularly from the Kimberley, and death and grief were unknown. Perhaps wanting to preserve the memory of that untroubled time, Peter was uninterested in leaving the ship, so, avoiding the expensive organised excursions, Genevieve set out to walk. A shuttle bus dropped passengers at various points of the city, and at the edge of the port she found the waterfront path, and passed parks, playgrounds, and municipal buildings. It was sunny with a sharp breeze and a salty tang rose from the water. She hurried, glad to be out of the confines of the ship and the oppressive silence
