A happy-go-lucky English rambler dude goes to New Zealand for a year. Here he interfaces with some of those he left behind and details his nefarious activities. Or summat.
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Monday, December 17, 2001
er, hello - is anyone still there?
Apologies for the rampant ignorance i've shown to this Blog which Boney so thoughtfully set up. However, inspired by the entertainment i've had reading the Bone-meisters' Blog, i've decided to pay a bit more attention to my own. Though having said that, you've been a bit slack lately haven't ye Craig?
I've also got free internet access via my job which makes writing stuff on here seem a bit more appealing.
Well, skipping the last few months....... On Friday night i achieved a long held ambition - To watch the Big Lebowski, and match the dude White Russian for White Russian. Which meant drinking 6 as far as I can 'remember' :-S Not to mention the Wine & Mac's Gold (NZ's premier lager style beverage) we'd had before hand.
I was accomanied all the way in this Booze marathon by Michael (My Aussie, Limnologist flatmate), Alison (Pro boozer sister) and Mark (The World's most widely travelled West Brom supporter). I felt that i'd fared as well as anyone on the Christchurch W.R. Marathon, but the next day showed me to be the wuss that i am - all i was capable of the next day was moaning and wailing about how bad i felt (Which was quite bad), wheras Michael went out and did his X-mass shopping, and Alison did one of the most remarkable things imaginable.......
After 2/3 hours kip, she drove the 6 HOURS to Queenstown (After failing to persuade Mark to come - a fellow wuss), and slapped her cash down to do NZ's highest Bungy jump the next day, featuring no less than 8.3 seconds of freefall, from 134metres - SheCrazyMadStupid!
I did perk up enough to go out and play Pool terribly and drink a couple of Cokes, with Jo, Michael and Mark, but even that was more than i fancied, when i knew we had another (see post below) Mountain Biking session planned for Sunday.
I turned out though that an hour or so of sweating my arse off, peddling up to a pass on the Port Hills (In super hot conditions) was just what the doctor ordered, and i even summoned up the energy to put in a Lance Armstrong-esque burst to try and be first to the top, but sadly Michael put in a slightly better one soon after, and I turned out to be Jan Ullrich instead :-(
After plenty more ups and downs along the Summit road, and some super gnarly tracks, we wizzed down the hill into Sumner, the local Home&Away style resort, and crashed out on the beach with Ice creams and sore arses :-D The perfect end to a somewhat up&down weekend.
Meanwhile.... Alison's bungy went according to plan, ie she bounced, rather than splatted, and apparently was even complimented on her dive, which i have to say was the only part of James' recent "Bungy for World Peas" that could be faulted ;-)
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