You'll all be glad to know I survived my camping experience. Only slight se back was realising jsut before we went to bed on the first night that the tent poles and snapped, piercing the 'waterproof' outer layer and then being woken up at 2am byt the pissing rain. Running around in the rain trying to fix and rain-proof the damn thing was not the most enjoyable thing I did all weekend. I actually quite enjoyed it, I may have even been a tad bit too vocal about how much I liked as apparently 'we' are now 'campers'. Right then.
On the way up to Seal Rocks we were passed by the notorious Highway 61 bikie gang which was cool... watching them disappear into the fog was pretty eery. Apparently "they are the most infamous New Zealand bikie gang and have been associated with drugs and violence". Mmmmm. Fact; my mother is scarier in the mornings before she's had her Panadol.
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| Brink |
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| biddy waves |
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| floating |
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| Walking on water |
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| Where's everybody going? |
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| Fellow camper |
Right... Pip pip and tally ho! I'm off to a Royal Wedding Party. Apparently we have to take something British, so M is taking me, and I'm taking a jar of Branston Pickle. Love that condiment.
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