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I’m writing this after just a few minutes of being in for the evening Friday/Saturday night 3:35am. For the second time in as many weekends I’ve had to stand between a humiliated friend and a group of hooligans on queen Street. I should be asleep but am too strung out to sleep. Last weekend it was Hamish and George, this weekend was a guy (who was kind of looking for trouble) and his girlfriend from Portland that needed a person to stand between them and a group of 7 or 8 Maori. If I keep this up I’ll be the one coming home in a bloodied shirt. I've become known as the "Gentle Giant", the person in the group that looks like could be the biggest trouble but is actually the greatest pacifist.
The police stopped to see how my friend was doing, but of course nothing will happen. This is nothing to brag about but don’t want to forget.
Social club pres at work. Planning mid winter social gathering with the theme of Casino Royal. Looking to attract 130 people. Checking out hotel venues this weekend for a July party.
Work is going well. Managing an upgrade to New Zealand’s largest train station (Britomart) and a Mobil Petrol Station along with other jobs like estimating new pipelines and power dams.
The Kiwi culture is so relaxed I could compete against many in my sleep. Far too many take tea breaks and hour long lunch breaks. He He He….
Watching the Louis Vuitton Cup this morning. Go team NZ and America (BMW/Oracle).
Hope all is well for everyone. Weather permitting I’m going to Devonport for the Sat. afternoon.
Feel free to drop me a line on this blog.
Cheers. Deagle
Sorry no photos.......
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Uncle Cliff
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Kicking Arse
looks like you left one warrior culture, the good ole USA, and moved into another, the boozing Kiwi lesson from history, the Maori would not have lost to the British Crown if they would have had guns but lots of British brains spilled by those stone tipped braining clubs booze dulls ones mind in a fight warriors are never the ones that get to procreate