After yesterday's crazy jetboat experience, my back appears to be no worse for wear, which is fortunate. However the day didn't start well in other ways. The irritating German roommates decided to get up and recommence backpack rearranging at ungodly o'clock, and carried on for the next 3 hours, unpacking, repacking, changing clothes, and going in and out of the dorm. Now, usually calm, mild mannered me (what do you mean, you don't recognise those qualities in me?!?!), would not normally have caused a fuss, but I did, huffing and puffing my way down the stairs, like a child post-tantrum. However, the dark cloud lifted when I realised that today I was cutting loose - free from the shackles of the usual NZ backpacker transport of choice, the bus - and picking up my bargain of
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