THURSDAY 11TH JUNE
We got up at stupid o’clock as Dot and Flash were leaving and had to be at the airport for 07:45a.m. I don’t know why but Louise seems to think that because you’re told you can check in at the airport three hours before take-off, you have to be there three hours before take-off. So we head to Christchurch international airport at 07:15a.m.After Kath and Andrew are checked-in, Louise and I are ready to leave. As its goodbye for about three or four months, there are a few tears on Dot and Louise’s part. After taking the big van back, it was back to reality and the small camper once more. Christ, there’s hardly any room in these things. At least we’re going to be on a campsite for eight weeks so we’ve got somewhere to relax where there’s a real lounge, and a proper kitchen to cook in. But first it’s off to Dunedin again.
FRIDAY 12TH JUNE
We stayed on the campsite for the most part of the day as we’re having a big day tomorrow. It’s the first test between New Zealand and France and we’re going so it will probably be a very long and costly day.
SATURDAY 13TH JUNE
Today is match day so we get ourselves wrapped up as it is very cold, and head towards ‘The Octagon’: the heart of Dunedin city centre. We didn’t get to town until around 13:30p.m but the octagon was buzzing with both Kiwis and French. Now most of the day was spent drinking what the locals call simply ‘kiwi. ’ it is in fact premium strength lager called Steinlager; a rather palatable alcoholic beverage that is only NZ$6 a pint. While supping lager and watching the locals get agitated by the French singing ‘Allez Le Bleus,’ I got more and drunk; so much so that I can’t really remember much about the match itself. I can remember the All Blacks doing the Haka, and I can remember somebody letting a cockerel loose on the pitch. Also I managed to get into the executive lounge and steal a programme that had been left for some important rugby dignitary. Everything else is a blur. Although I did see a man on stilts dressed as a devil/ram
SUNDAY 14TH JUNE
With the most rotten hangover ever we headed to Methven (via Ashburton, where I sat in the van minging, while Louise went food shopping) to start our six-eight weeks of intense skiing/snowboarding. Hopefully after a few lessons I’ll get the hang of it. However, not being a natural athlete or having a very good sense of balance, standing with two feet strapped to a five foot piece of wood and propelling myself down a hill doesn’t sound like something I will take to with ease. Let’s see.
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