A True Sunday

Trip Start Sep 05, 2010
Trip End Aug 21, 2011

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Flag of New Zealand  , South Island,
Sunday, May 15, 2011

Today was spent in total relaxation, mostly drinking coffees and admiring the beautiful lake and mountain views. Queenstown is beautiful, especially in the sunshine and we were very happy to have a day off after 7 days in the saddle.

Snow had powdered the mountain tops around the town to give it an even more magical feel this morning. I was really excited about the football tournament.  I had put together the best football kit I could find from the clothes we have and left Polly relaxing with another coffee to go and register and warm up.  An hour later when I returned to the coffee shop, still with football kit in hand, Polly immediately sensed my huge sense of disappointment.

I had waited for people to show, I had walked around several different pitches, I had asked in shops and bars if anyone knew about such a tournament. Nothing!  A serious let down.

Later in the day we found ourselves at the cinema again.  This time we watched 'Tracker'.  It looked good with Ray Winstone trekking around the New Zealand wilderness in search of an escaped murderer.  Unfortunately, there was a serious lack of chemistry between old Ray and the Kiwi actor who was sharing the lead.  The film was rubbish but it did give us another good look at the remarkable scenery we have been cycling through over the last week.

The day was rounded off with a top chat with our new friends from Sweden.  Anton and Lena had just returned from a 143m bungee jump.  They were suitably pumped up by the experience describing it as horrific and amazing in the same sentence. The best part of the conversation before bed time was Anton telling us about a possum they had found on the road.  We have also cycled around a few dead possums over the last week, this one however was not quite dead and being the nice chap that he is, Anton took it upon himself to put the creature out of its misery.  Unfortunately, the huge rock he used to smash it on the head with only caused a massive wound and did not kill off the possum.  Anton desperately searched for another weapon, refusing to pick up the big rock because it was so covered in blood.  He could only find a smaller rock but now his aim was an issue and he kept missing the animal.  I believe the story did end in death and the agreement that the possum did die more peacefully than if it had just been left to suffer.  To try and compete with wildlife traffic stories we shared Polly’s horrific Vietnamese puppy and truck story.  Goodnight.

Miles cycled: O!!!!
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Jojo on

What a shame about the Tournament!! I'm sure you could have shown them a trick or two. It goes to show the old sayings are the best 'let sleeping possums lie!'

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