On another run (9.5km), we ran away from the sun down this strip of road next to the motorway:
After which we had dinner and went to a Fringe Festival show which was fantastic! We sat middle front and center and were forced to become part of the show, at one stage I had tears in my eyes from laughing so hard. The actor was amazing and the show was entertaining the whole way through!
A much needed break was had over the weekend, first up I ate myself sick on the sweet grapes at a friends parents house up north, then worked my way through four country pubs and their characters on the way to a campsite where we slept with kiwi running around outside the tent
The Portuguese girl and the Kiwi girl went for dinner last night (after their run up the mountain).
We have decided to use Vera’s legs as lighting when there are powercuts, or as flys when we go fly fishing (all those times we go fly fishing).
Vera already wrote about our lovely Sunday afternoon, and here are the pictures. It was such a great day that if it was a date she would have been able to have her wicked way with me later on!
My tootsies on the top of the mountain, while eating takeaway and drinking beer:
Now we are going running up the mountain in about an hour. No curry or beer waiting for us today. Grumpyface.
Caught up with two friends I only get to see about twice a year because of our combined crazy lives on Monday night for dinner at this great Thai place I love. Three hours later, gobbling food, wine and words like chickens, we were finished, only because the restaurant closed.
Man I am breaking out into the musical today. Must be boredom. Anywho, had dinner in the sun with my friend Kelly at one of my favourite restaurants overlooking the Viaduct on Wednesday night. No complaints here.
It’s just gone Labour Weekend here, where we shake off the winter blues and get our first sunburns of the year. I had an awesome time, kicking off on Friday night with drinks, fireworks and laughs with good friends outside on the balcony:
Then Saturday I caught the bus up north to stay with my friends Amy and Paul, who were hosting a hangi (traditional Maori way of cooking food in the ground) for- wait for it-… 90 people! There went the relaxing lie on the beach weekend I had in my head, suddenly I was immigrant labour. However the entire process and weekend was great fun, and really rewarding, and I managed to fit in a swim in the ocean and the chance to get my inaugural sunburn.
Digging of the pit for the food
This is what a quarter of 20kg of potatoes and 10kg of kumera peelings look like
After all that peeling it was time for a dip.
Sunday was hangi day, and it all went off with only one hitch… when high tide happened on the beach, the pit filled with water, at the same time that we wanted to start cooking… waiting for high tide to recede and putting some more sand in the hole seemed to remedy the situation!
Monday morning shone light on the mess 90 people can create, but it was also a beautiful day, so once we had cleaned up, we could relax in this: