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Your excited, I can tell. Who wouldn't be?? Its been a few days now since our last entry and you've been logging on daily hoping, praying, that we've added a few more teasing snippets of travelling joy and wisdom in the form of this very blog entry. And now here it is...your scanning down the page at such a rate desperate to find out our latest going ons but at the same time wishing you could slow yourself down as you just want this experience to keep going and going and going......(or something akin to that anyway!!) So here we are, as promised by our lovely selves, an update from Christchurch. Enjoy!!!
Quote last blog - "the glowing sun that continues to follow me and josh around on our travels....touch wood". Evidently, i wasnt touching wood (snigger as wou please), infact i must of tapped something distinctly steel-like to reflect the amount of rain that greeted us through our days in Wellington. I s'pose we were asking for it, the weather had been near perfect everywhere we stayed, but this was the most emphatic, front page-of-national-papers, payback we could of imagined. Consequently this new found experience of rain (i finally found a use for my coat) made Wellington a tad on the depressing side. Our ability to explore the city was somewhat reduced unless we were prepared to be sodden to the core....so we slept alot, read a far bit and chilled out in and around our hostel. The hostel, it must be said, was highly impressive. Very big and spacious and with the all important games room me and josh craved for our daily pool and pinball session!! (in the next few days we will be adding a video to this very site reflecting our days spent in the games room...one particular moment where both our skills and talent on the pool table are encapulated in just a few seconds of film.....watch this space!!). On our final day of three we did attempt after constant, constant emails from my mother, demanding we see some culture and "get out off the bars", to see a bit of this city which claim to fame was having the most museums and theatres in all of NZ!! The museam of choice was the Te Papa, and to be honest it was all a bit, you know.....museum-like. I see going to a museum as like going shoe shopping with a women - firstly, both should ensure there is a chair in the corner of every shop/exhibition so the helpless male can sit down in typically hot and uncomfortable enviorment but more importantly unless your doing the experience with someone who has at least the slightest motivation or ethusiasm for the chore ahead (and yes, they are both chores!!) you can never expect to get anything out of the experience except a very large need for something alcoholic. Needless to say we were in the Te Papa no more than an hour.....but at least you cant say we didnt try!!
So that was Wellington by day. . . very wet. But when it comes to three young lads (paul aka english bloke is still with us, remember) in a capital city you cant expect the days to become there forte - it was the nights that we came alive. Well....we attempted to anyway. It seems to be a common trait on our world tour so far that Britain is the only country in the world where a party or a good night out can be found every day of the week!!On our first night out in Wellington we asked the barmaid in the first place we went a good venue for that evenings drinking and dancing - she replied - "but its a monday?" So bloody what?? Its the bloody capital for christ sake - and in any capital I expect drinkin and disco-ing to be available on tap any time and any day I please!!! So monday night, despite our best efforts, turned into a quiet one. Unfortunatly Tuesday evening was met with the same dullness and sobriety by all those Wellington-ians, however there was hope, wednesday night - our last in Wellington - had been baptised with two words that bring joy and rapture to every young person on planet earth - Student Night!!. And so it was...true to there word as soon as Wednesday evening arrived pub crawls where being promoted with as much vigour as three dollor pints being drunk. Finally we thought!!! the city has come alive.....and me and Paul swiftly signed up for a bar crawl taking in five different clubs in five hours. Josh meanwhile signed up for a pool competition in the local pub buoyed by his practice sessions in the hostel - also there was a hundred dollor bar tab for whoever was victorious, so all in all, everyone's was a winner!! Now would be the appropriate time for me to tell your all that evenings going ons, unfortunatly such minor details as those were forgotten by the next morning. I remember lots of tequila, lots of vodka and lemonades and I also kno josh didnt win that hundred-dollor bar tab, because if he had, there was a very strong chance my final day in Wellington would of been spent in a hospital rather than a hostel.
An awfully timed early morning boat trip to the south island arrived next day with me seemingly having the worst of the hangovers (must of been that final baileys.......baileys!!!i dont even bloody like baileys!!). Fortunatly by the time we arrived in Picton the headache had subsided and our stomach settled to levels to which I was confident I could handle some food. And what food it was!!! Picton, unbeknown to us, has a very famous (or so the spiel said) scottish pub in its pretty highstreet and josh couldnt resist a gander at the scottich ale on offer, whilst I had my eyes firmly fixed on the haggis-burger on its menu. Both ale and food went down and stayed down with relative ease and we felt better for it and all the more prepared for the five hour coach journey ahead. We did have a few hours to spare though and spent them enjoying a gripping tussle of miniture golf. Now if anyones seen me play golf, if something similar to Homer Simpson on speed, whereas josh is all Tiger Woods-glare and Ian Poulter-abilty. I managed to hold my own, losing, not digracefully, by two shots after leading after the front nine. Josh left happier aswell, as his competitive side has been showing glimpses of getting nasty in days gone by - the boy hates to lose, where myself, being a Pompey fan and average athlete, knows no other way.
Picton was wonderful for the brief moments we were there...beautifully elegant and arguably impressed us more in four hours than Wellington in four days - albeit it had the sun on its side. The journey down to Christchurch was equally stunning, roaring down the coast at speeds that verged of sucicidal. Huge waves smashed into the rocks in the sea, whilst the staggering mountains next to us were littered with snow at the top and rich-green trees the size of skyscrapers at the bottom. We arrived late last night so bed was first on the agenda and today we found ourselves another city to explore....
There we go then. Five Days in Four Paragraphs. Easy.....
Quote of the Week - "I think I might take some photos of their shelf stacking abilty and send it back to Marks and Spencers to look at" Joshy in awe of the local supermarket staff in Wellington. You can take the boy out of Marks and Sparks, but your never take Marks and Sparks out the boy......
Beer Test - N/A probably very good, just cant remember...
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