Not the best idea.
We ended up driving on a cliff side road in the pitch darkness around hair pin bends. Eventually I admitted defeat and we found a campsite near Whonganui. I then tried to be cheeky and tell the lady there was only two of us to decrease our price. That plan when down smoothly, for all of five minuets when she came out to show us to our pitch.
I came out hissing urgently at Joe and Charlie to roll out of the far side of the car and creep into a bush, I'd collect them later.
Unfortunately after Jana and I had left, the woman's husband saw some people in the bushes. He then went on to explore, leaving Joe and Charlie a fantastic tale about their exploits when I came to find them hiding in a small shrub.
The next day we drove on to Wellington. I had a nice walk around the bay and then we all met up with Ben Rodgers. I played rugby with Ben at BHASVIC and it was good to see him.
We later had a walk around the botanical gardens where some stupid children were playing so we couldn't go on the awesome spinning jungle gym.
On the Friday we climbed back into the car and went to try and do a Lord of the Rings tour of filming locations. We found Rivendale, and were disappointed by this distinctly average field. We couldn't even find helms deep or isengard! We'll never find the hobbits!
On our second spectacularly sunny day camping near Rivendale Joe and I went to run the old steam train rail path. Again we were disappointed with the scenery around Wellington but we had a lot of fun anyway.
The most fun was our'short cut' home.
We jumped a fence, cutting through a farmers field to get back to the road.
From our vantage point, on the rail path, it looked like an easy stroll through the farm land so we set off. First up we encountered a field of 80% cow pat. Agilely we nipped between and around the big pooy pancakes to a thin metal fence. Is it electric??? I braced myself and slapped the bugger. With my hair not on end we smiled and carried on. Next was the marsh. That was fun, nearly swallowing my shoe! Then we had to avoid a line of vision of the farmers house and negotiate the dense thorny thickets. After 15 minuets we decided to head back thought the marsh land and round into a paddock. From here it was a straight shot to the cow shed, down the path and away to victory. Just a 10 foot barbed fence to negotiate, which we took in our stride and out onto the road.
Such a shame we later found out that we only cut out about 800m!
The worst part of the day, by far, was when Joe went for a pee in the bushes. I happened to be in running shorts and no shirt, stood alone on the corner of a main road with cars driving past.
I've never felt like more of a rent boy in my entire life!
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