Awoken by people in my room preparing for the tongariro crossing (5:50am) Took one look at Damien who looked at me as if to say "coming?" Waved my hand to suggest no chance in hell, and rolled over back to sleep. Awoken again, but this time a little more sober and hangover starting to kick in, by the hostel cafe music starting up outside our door (room was located on ground floor next door to hostel cafe). Brad myself and Henrick remenised about the night before. One story that had us in histericks envolved a girl who was dancing on her own on one of the tables and doing some quite good pole dancing. Myself and Brad at the time looked at each other and decided she was rather good and had great legs (but she
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