NO WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES ROB A VERY DULL BOY!
Trip Start
May 09, 2005
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Trip End
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35 Shirley Road, Christchurch,
New Zealand
Saturday, July 23, 2005
The place we've been staying at for the last few weeks has been okay, albeit an ice house! It's similar to a hostel, but cheaper, and you get your own room with a sink / ensuite toilet, which is always handy! The place is overrun with extremely friendly and giggly Japanesse people, who are desperate to talk to us to improve their English. However, despite all the niceness, there are a few strange fruits living here as well, namely the French bastard! He's a right weirdo! He never leaves the place and is always on the internet (actually, that sounds a bit like me at the moment)
1. 35 SHIRLEY ROAD
. Anyway, he's got crazy eyes! Crazy KILLER EYES! The final straw was when me and Giggsy were watching the film Mystic River in perfect silence, he came in and made as much noise as possible cooking his dinner. Then he ate the hideous creation right next to me. Wanna know what delightful French cuisine he went for? A mountain of pasta (enough to kill an athlete) and a 15 ounce stake at the summit... no sauce or veg, just the blood dripping from the close-to-raw meat! And he ate it in about 2 minutes -- no chewing involved! I swear he's out to kill me! Luckily, Tuka, the guy who owns the place showed me a few moves with his Samurai sword, so if he does attack I'll be ready! But on a serious note, if anything should happen to me and all the evidence points in another direction, blame the French guy anyway and AVENGE MY DEATH! I know you'll think I'm just being paranoid, but it's this place! Everyone keeps looking at me funny I can hear people whispering my name... wait, I think someone's outside! It's the Frenchman -- he's come to kill me! MUMMMMMMIIIIIIEEEE!Okay, so as you can probably tell, I'm slightly losing my mind here doing nada. So it's time to go and have some fun again! I'm going to roll up my last 20 quid and sniff out some quality white powder -- NO NOT THAT... I mean snowboarding! I've just bought a board, boots, goggles and a string vest with the last of my money, so there's no turning back! Plus, I'm not worried about spending all my money anymore. If I get desperate, I can always sell the Silver Bullet MK2 behind Giggsy's back -- it's all in my name so he has no legal ownership over the beast! MWAA-HA-HA-HAA! See -- I am right well clevererer than wot I looks afterall!
