Back by popular demand………...
So alot to catch up on, back in New Zealand, Queenstown.
Queenstown is factually known as the adventure capital of the world, so we two broke backpackers do nothing but party(hard)!
We stay at Pinewood lodge recommended by the serial lunger Tom Hughes back in Christchurch, sadly Tom was left back in Christchurch to follow his career of working behind a bar and getting smashed every night.
So we meet some pretty cool people in our 16 bed lodge apart from the smelly french guy living above Dan, he truly was boring. Luckily these guys like too drink and thus the games begin. For anybody who has played ride the bus (This is a drinking game with cards - Im not actually asking if any of you have rode a bus, that would be ridiculous - anyway, I digress) try playing with two decks, 9 cards across the middle row, 5 people and 100 bottles of beer. Example of what happend when lee had 2 9's "Dave - Drink 16" This was a very drunk night. And led to my favourite drinking game yet……. simply called 'guess'.
In NZ the bouncers have a tendency to constantly ask how much you have had to drink and thus guess was born. When asked on entry the golden question you simply have to answer guess. If you are lucky enough to not get instantly turned away you then have too proceed to say higher to the next three guesses from the bouncers - no matter what they say. Another example, one said to Martin "More than enough" Only response allowed - "Higher" - He didn't get in. Infact, none of us got in any of the next six bars we tried and thus "guess" became a one-hit wonder.
Apart from drinking, we had just enough pennies scraped together to do one activity. The bungy was a big option for me but Dan convinced me that a full day snow boarding cost less than 45 seconds of throwing oneself off the third biggest bungy in the world and thus we hit the slopes!!!
And hit the slopes is what we did……….. A LOT. And not just the slopes but barriers and rocks and people and even the chair lift in Dan's case, much to the amusement of Jen, our scouse instructor, who decided to show us how it should be done with 40-feet jumps and flips and stuff that made us feel dizzy. Dan became inspired by what he had just seen and thus thought he could at least do a few S-shaped turns - He could not!! Leading to the funniest sight and best quote of queenstown. As Dan came hurtling down the slopes at speeds almost in the tens of KM's per hour, straight towards me, I realised he was unable to stop. The Good friend that I am, I decided to help him out in the matter by pushing him over. He rolled and rolled a bit more that by the time he stopped he was basically a human snowball. As I cooly glided my way over, I realised something wasn't quite right and with nothing but sheer panic in his voice dan raised his head and asked "Why the F**K is my leg facing the wrong way?" After a brief pause for laughter (more in panic and desperation, that I may have to ski to the bottom of the hill with Dan on my shoulder) Doctor Dave sprang into action. Basically picking up the board with Dan still attached, I Threw him the other way. I'll be honest - I was expecting a loud scream or at least the sound of a breaking bone but no, Dan methodically stood up, brushed himself off, Started boarding away and turned back just in time for me to hear "Last one at the bottom buys the beers. Ski-resort beers are expensive - believe me!!!
And so our time (and careers) on the slopes came to an end, as Did our time in NZ. (Awwww) We got the next flight out of Christchurch to Sydney. Which I'm going to have a small rant about. Everybody raves about emirates - Not us. The service was appalling. The flight was delayed 2 hours - nobody told us, nobody apologised. When on board 20 mins in, the TV's went off - no explanation until 30mins later whereby the captain announced there was a small technical error - YEAH NICE ONE!!!!!! Just what a bunch of people want to hear when cruising at 11,000m. The rude serviced continued. And then they topped it off, they gave us the wrong meals and when we politely pointed this out, we were rudely informed that we must have ordered the wrong thing and that it was tough because there were no more meals available. We were very glad to touch down and get off in Sydney.
And what a place it is……….. The City centre itself is a bit big and congested for our liking so we packed up and moved to sydney's Northern Beaches, namely Manly Beach. This is going to be our base for the next couple of months as we save up for travelling the rest of Oz. So obviously cheap accommodation was a must, most people charge between 180-220 dollars a week. We hit the jackpot!!! $10 a week, living with an aussie bloke called Cameron. Admittedly, we have to do a bit of work on his parents house 3 days a week. But his oldies (as he likes to call them) are diamonds. They basically let us choose when we want to work, how long for etc and they cook our food - winner!
So thats us right now. We live 1 minute away from the beach, Cameron has an endless supply of surfboards, its 18-20 degrees and its the middle of winter - Life is Good!!!!!!!