So here I am, back in Queenstown for my last week in NZ. My flight out of here is on Saturday, so I've still got a few more days to go. I've been out doing more walking in the hills and by the shores of fabulous blue lakes and, between marvelling at how lovely it is, thinking that I'm going to miss all of this when I come home.
Not sure what I am going to do for the next few days, the weather is supposed to be pretty good - it's warm and sunny at the moment - so keeping out and about seems like a good idea.
Sorry this is a short (but sweet (as)) post, but not too much to tell you at the moment. After all, you know by now what Queenstown is like. I'll try to come up with something more interesting and then post again . . . .
4 comments:
Bet them blue lakes look good from a helicopter - go on, spend yer last 20 knicker...
How's the hooter? (Covered in tatts we hopes.)
Lamb cutlets!
Don't need more 'copter action, other stuff to do. More photos and stuff to come before I head home.
No hooter tatts, just permanent sunburn - nearly as good and doesn't upset the big maori geezers as much.
Porterhouse steak . . .
So the last few days of the epic Dynamobang wall of cheese world tour 2005 (NZ leg) is coming to a close. We've had it all – laughter, tears, some jokes a few smokes and all the while the monkey keeps climbing that tree looking for the last of the lemon cheesecake. Oh boy what a ride. Let's recap just a few of those magic moments.
21 December 2004
Dr D pitches up at a roller disco wearing his usual cream cheese bonnet only to find that the Wonga Wonga Close Formation Cottage Cheese Crew are out for a bit of a session. In the ensuing melee (centred around a casual remark about the advantages of using a trowel and spoke shave for fine detailing in vertical dry stone walling), David sustains a nasty jab in the chest from a Great Crested Greebe and has to spend the rest of the month laid face down in a vat of Guiness. The prognosis – battered anti-gravity nipple clamps. An emergency squad of Kiwi-Kwik-Tit-Fitters is despatched from Rohan and a new set is welded into place. David is now ready for his next adventure. Little does he know it will involve a pork pie, six sheets of 3B2, an earwig named Clive and a suitcase full of absolutely sod all.
Tune in next time folks for the next episode of the amazing adventures of one man and his cheese, in The girl in the gift shop ate my cobblers.
Parental guidance rating: 26/100
Crumbs.
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