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Published: November 3rd 2007
Craig, Amanda and Ruby
To be honest, the happy traveller in me was quite glad Craig had to hire a people carrier as trying to fit all five of us and bags into the old fathfull would have been a night mare. And there was a place along the way we really didn't want to have broken down in, consequences could have been fatal.
So as we left Murray the carpenter building the new veranda outside the new french doors of the house, sun shining and wind having finaly blown itself out, I said Ka kite anō (See you again) to Wanganui. The plan to stay with a friend of Craigs from back in the day en route and then on to Anaura Bay, by Gisbourne.
As we approached raupunga it was decided to stop at the next picnic area for a loo stop. What we found was a precession of Gypsy caravans, a camper van with an elderly couple and a car hidden from view under a tree. On returning from behind the bridge I found that Craig and Amanda were still in the car and that the two lads who were hidden from view were displaying a rather large
Craig and Ruby
kitchen knife and carving into a picnic table. All agreed this wasn't the place to stop we quickly drove off, noticing one of them now running away from the camper van carrying something. At the first point of mobile signal I called the police and reported the possible theft. The fear was they had nicked the keys from the elderly couple and all nasty things the imagination could think. There was no way we were even thinking about assisting, sorry guys, but with two small girls in the back and two mid-twenty year old lads with a dog and heavy tattoos openly brandishing an 8" knife, would you? Thankfully, tem mins later, we saw a police car speeding in that direction, hopefully all they are missing is a camera. And all five of us really quite happy that we had the reliable people carrier to drive us away speedily.
On driving through Gisborne I relised that another school friend lived here, Ally Dykes. As it was late and we were due at the bay, we pushed on and I figgured to call Ally the next day. Lunia and Scrubs live in the most idilic bay in the world.
They opperate a Woofing establishment with...brilliant... "a dunny out back" awesome. They are an amazing pair of people with such warm and open hearts that I couldn't do justice to to describe properly. Everyone mucks in, everyone helps and they seem very much like parental figgures to all that cross their path. The place was as busy as a hive, everyone doing their bit in order to prepare for the fashion show that they were putting on. I had a shared wee room with two lads who were donating their camera skills to the event and slept peacefully under the girl with a pearl earring.
Next morning was glorious and the only thing in my mind was to go for a dip. Most others thought this was madness as was still too cold at this time of the year, but when your used to the North Sea... So the video uplink is there to annoy eveyone back home in your 9 to 5 with darker, colder, wetter and glaekit days! What are you all doing you crazy people?!?!
After helping lay a few cables into the ground so folk wouldn't trip on them (you can take
the boy away from his Health and safety, but, unfortunatly, you cant take health and safety out of the boy) I tried Ally. On reaching Ally I was kidnapped and spent the night at his in Gisborne. I'd like to tell you that I had a great night but think his neighbours, or for that matter, everyone on the street, might be able to tell you in more detail as neither of us remember a thing. We were told we could be heard streets away though at 4am, sorry everyone.
Upon a little discussion, we decided that for the fashion show we should go in our national dress. You can take the boy out of Scotland... And so the Tartan Traveller and his kilted co-pilot arrived to watch the show. They put on a great performance and show, which was slightly ended early due to rain but not a dampered spirit in sight. I even met one of the most fantastic and interesting men ever there. Grahame. He lives on his own in the hills past Queenstown. At least a two hour walk from the most accomplished all terrain vehicle and 9 out of 10 people will get
Ally, someone and me!
The tartan traveller and his kilted co-pilot
a helicopter to stay at his place. You might all be interested to know that he was responsible for producing Worzzle Gummage! I hope to go and stay there with him for a short while when I get closer to Queens town. Saty tunned 'cos he really will be worth blogging about.
So heading back into Gisborne as I had an early bus the next day (7am) back to Auckland. At this point I really should mention why I am heading back to Auckland. I did a lot of extras work home in Scotland. Background TV and advert stuff so thought it would be a good thing to get into here also. First job offer? - Something to do with the Power rangers! Now it was a few weeks before I was told exactly what I would be doing and had terrible fear of being dressed up in pink or yellow spandex and jumping around the set. Thankfully this was not to be the case, I was in fact, the Gong man. Which, pun intended, has a good ring to it, but the reality was that I had to stand still and occasionnally hit a Gong. Which again, could have been fine, if infact it made that great 'gong' sound and didnt just go 'thud' and a very dissapointing prop thud at that. Any way, back in Gisborne we decided to go out as true scots would, stupildy as it was windy and cold. The attire was greatly appreciated by the local crowd and we had a great night. The only problemb was that by the time I went to bed, I had 3hrs before getting up for me ruddy bus.
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