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Published: September 27th 2012
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On my way
This is at Athens ready for the long haul home. Hello to any one who continues to watch this blog. I realise that over the next few months it will be of limited interest to most people as it will be all in NZ and will cover what I am doing{very little} like fishing, biking and of course family things. There will be some high lights of course like fishing, a wedding on Waiheke Island, fishing, some magic sights as I ride around the Hawkes Bay and near home, and of course the main event of Chris,Hege, Lilly and Stella arriving for Christmas. The added bonus will be that Heges Mum and Dad, Lillian and Runa, will be here also. This will be Chris's first Christmas at home for 17 years so really looking forward to it. I have been extremely busy doing nothing but I did have a trip to Turangi fishing. Very good trip and very successful. I could fill the page up with pictures of fish caught but I wont. I also said that I would write about a couple of things that happened while away. Hearing Aids. I of course wear hearing aids which are a big frastration in my life, but very nessasary. When Martin, Doug
Flooding
This is No 1 highway at Turangi, flooded and making the rivers unfishable. and I were sailing down to Corfu at the start of the trip, the very high temperatures{about 40c} meant that we had to stop in the middle of the Ironion sea and cool of in the water for a spell. No land in sight and very deep water. When I jumped in I was under water when I realised that my hearing aids were still on. The guy's reckon that they could hear the swearing while my head was still under. As my head appeared they said all they could hear was fk**fk**fk**, Diane fk**fk** Diane, she will kill me. My first thought was to get them onto deck in the sun to dry, hoping no damage has been done, but as I came up at the foot of the ladder I felt one let go of my ear. Doug grabed the other off my ear as it was hanging there but the other drifted off down into the depths never to be seen again. Diane, when she arrived in Corfu, was not impressed but did see the funny side.{I have now found that they are not covered by my travel insurance as it was on a private boat, not
Rainbow trout
Fresh run trout out of the Silly pool on the mighty Tongariro River in Turangi. impressed!!!} So for the rest of my trip I was wearing a spare that made it harder still for people to comunicate with me. Bag full of fruit. The day we left Agina, Bruce Robert and I went shopping to replenish the larder. We bought all sorts and quite a bit of fruit and tomato's etc. We had a lot to carry and it was heavy with all the beer and wine, so we were all loaded up. Later that day when we were way out at sea and needing lunch we found that the bag of fuit tec had disapeared. After much debate we decided that we must have left it sitting outside the market. Robert, Bruce and I., of course came in for a lot of abuse and bad comment over the next 18 or so days and it was never forgotten. When Robert, Ross and Bruce were all set to leave the boat in Turkey, they had all their gear on the dock ready to go when Bruce was looking for something and scratched around under the table down stairs. He came up with this bag of jellied fruit/tomato's etc which was dripping every were and was
Lake Taupo
Looking to ward the south on a beautiful day in Taupo very high in the smell stacks. Fruit etc found. It took a fair while and a little bit of reaching on my part to clean up down there. People ask why we didn't smell it. Don't know. I can only put it down to the fact that there were 5 guy's living together in a confined area and with all the other odours {like after shave, freshly laundered clothes, beautiful cooking smells and suntan oils etc} that we just didn't relate it to anything. Yea! Right!. That is just a couple of the things that happened that still bring a chuckle to me. If I related all things, it would take pages and pages, and also no one would talk to me any more if I related the- loop on the rope going over board,- or the lost clothing- or tidy cabins- or the strange man picking up oranges etc. So, I'll leave it that.
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