Why isn't tallness a recognised disability?
The 14th was a slow day due to feeling the effects of a cold, not in a 'man flu' way but an actual cold. It didnt help that my hostel was freezing and seemed to have very little heating facitilies. I slept in my hat, the beenie and I are as one and my hair is in need of a serious chop but I like wearing the beenie cause it flattens the hair down no end. Did a fair bit of walking, or tramping as its referred to out here and went on a walk that took you to the centre point of New Zealand, there is a monument to mark the spot but in all fairness the monument is pretty sh1te. All in all it was a good tramp and even though I read the map wrong and took a detour up this enormous hill that I didnt need to go up I enjoyed the tramp. My next 'avoid the cold' activity was to duck in and see the film Tsotsi. It was amusing in parts, especially when they said "f*ck you" in the africanze way and still translated it on screen. All in all it was ok, extremely violent and darkly themed but yeah, ok, certainly doesn't make me want to rush out to SA anytime soon. I then nipped in to a net cafe and while supping on a hot chocolate composed a quick song about Ricky and Kirsty to the tune of 'living on a prayer'. In my defence to this sad activity it didnt take long and lets not forget that I was ill and not up to doing much else. On other days like this I may do a similar thing with other Bon Jovi songs. I then went back to the hostel and sat in the common room in front of the fire with a few others. I spoke to this scottish guy who has been travelling for 10 years, so I guess travelling is kind of his job. Is Scotland really that bad?