I could bore you with the nitty gritty details of waking up, having breakfast, jumping on the bus, heading to Picton, having lunch, sailing through one of the most beautiful coastal regions ever, arriving in Wellington, playing some pool and then going to the welsh bar. But i'll save you that. Its a given. We met Anton, at just after 7pm in none other than the welsh bar. We got him a pint in, quickly caught up, chugged the beer then grabber our gear to head to his place. He ran round the shop while we chilled out, getting ingredients for
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