Back by popular demand - me!
I am sorry it's been a few days - I have heard that a few people have been missing hearing about our exploits, and so now, here, today, I will fully update you on the last few days.
So take a breathe, and get ready, because there is a bit to say!
After Wellington we had to get the ferry to the South Island. It took three hours, and we all went out the night before, so there were a few green faces on the journey as people began to realise that drinking and being at sea don't really mix! I was OK though - there was a TV showing Cartoon Network, and the childrens play area was right next to where we were sat and for at least an hour of the voyage I was having a war with the soft play things, throwing them at children as they retaliated in a much more aggressive fashion.
I had somebody to play with, and the parents had their children entertainmed for free for the majority of the journey.
Everyone's a winner.
Once we docked at Picton and collected our luggage (from an airport style check in system) we headed to Nelson. There was not much going on here though, and in an effort to save money, we just went on a couple of walks. We did end up at a lake, and I had no choice but to jump in and take a swim in the freezing water, with the ducks and eels. The setting was amazing though, surronded by snow capped mountains and hills, the water perfectly clear, and despite the temperature, the whole experience was really rather bracing! (Although it took an hour or so to really warm up afterwards, and I think my testicles are going to be missing for a while yet!)
The next day my adventurer training continued and we went out on a horse trek, through creeks and along beaches. If I was riding topless, and had slightly longer flowing hair, I could have been the load in an Italian romance novel. Alas, I had a helmet on, and the romanticism was almost lost just moments after we set out. My horse was a beautiful fella called Carlos. We sere just leaving through the gate, nice and slowly, as he took us a little to close to the gate post, and I got my boot caught in the catch. I couldn't get it out, and instead saw the inevitable was going to happen - Carlos continued to walk, I continued to slip down and after a moment, came crashing to the floor, and he ran off to the other side of the road.
I think I may have failed that part of the course. But I leapt back on, and we even made our way up to a gallop at one point, an even more exhilirating experience than driving a fast car in my opinion - although I have only ever driven my little Peugeout, and Carlos was only one horse power. (Get it!!!!???)
Last night was party time, and the day was spent trying to put together a costume for the party - something beginning with the first letter of our name. Robin Hood was on the cards for me, and I cobbled together a rather fetching little number, including a coathanger bow that actually fired knitting needle arrows. Dan - well he decided drag queen was for him, aso watch out for the pictures. (It must have worked though because he did attempt to have a midnight liason. The jury is still out on the sex of his partner, but fingers crossed they were not that drunk!)
The venue for the party was a place called the Poo Pub, which was run by a fine 84 year old gentleman, Les, the oldest publican in NZ. He prepared a feast for all of us, providing steak and a fine Venison stew - the best feed we have had this trip so far in my opinion.
We ate until we burst.
But now Dan insists he must go on a diet, and is constantly moaning about his fat backside.
I think he may have taken this dressing up thing a bit too far.
Sorry Mr & Mrs Locke - I think we have lost him.