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, March 04, 2002
Sniff. Another chum rode off into the sunset today. Sanjay's heading off up to Nelson to indulge in a spot of Sea kayaking, before flying out to Fiji to do some island 'hopping' (In English: Slob around on a series of different beaches).
Naturally his last weekend involved a couple of nights out, the best one involving a trip to Santorini's Ouzeria (Another branch of the Z-web / Keyghost empire). For some quality Greek nosh, lashings of Ouzo, Bouzouki playing (Courtesy of "The Boy") and dancing on tables (er, not us, the two Hen-nights present).
We also paid a couple of trips to a local Pool hall, and impressively were the last people to be booted out on both occasions (4am ish). If i gain nothing else from my year's travelling i'll have certainly got a lot better at Pool. Sanjay probably has the edge over me in consistency levels, but on Saturday afternoon i managed to pull off my first '147' at Pool, (i.e. 7-Balling someone in a single break) the hapless victim was Luke the barman at the Excelsior sports bar, who shamefully failed to carry out the NZ tradition of running round the Pool table with your trousers down, always performed when this ocurrs.
Sunday was spent giving Michael some valuable help with some Limnology fieldwork. Specifically, the help consisted of standing next to a fast flowing river. In the rain. With a hangover. Looking on while Michael waded waist deep into the torrent, attempting to get across to the lake he needed to sample. While secretly hoping he'd decide that the river was impassable so I didn't have to cross the bloody thing too. Though Jo and I were ready to spring to his aid at any time should he have got washed away.
Jo - "What should we do if he gets washed away?"
Me - "Dunno. Swim after him or summat?"
Jo - "Er, Ok"
