Dear uncle john
I am in a small cabin the boat is rocking back and forth. People are getting sea sick because the weather is really bad. It is cold and i can't wait to get to this island called New Zealand. I just wonder what will be on it. There might be coconut's and they will taste good well not taste but we will drink it!
I hope you are well and aunty sally too
I will let you know when i get to this new land. I am very excited.
Love
Blake
