Sore Knees and Bees..
Trip Start Sep 09, 2004
394Trip End Ongoing
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We had a slow tootle around the back roads and up into the hills to start off with then we rode through Waitangi, past the Treaty grounds and up to the Haruru Falls. After a short stay there, we headed back over to Opua where the ferries depart regularly for Russell. The harbour there was beautiful. We continued inland to an old historical train town called Kawakawa where we stopped for lunch and afterwards attended the world famous 'Toilets' by 'Frederick Hundertwasser' (have a look). I didn't really need to go but managed to force one out for the sake of peeing in Hundertwasser's toilets. We continued past Kawakawa North West then finally headed East back across to Paihia.
The scooter journey was absolutely hilarious - and a lot of fun! From the minute we left the lodge and started out, every single fibre in my body knew one hundred percent that Dean (at some point) would be lying on the tarmac, eyes tightly shut with the scooter on its side, engine running. When it finally happened, I went running over and Dean was gritting his teeth. I asked if he was okay and he replied with a simple 'Just give me a few minutes on my back please'. He'd grazed both arms and cut deep into his right knee tailoring two stylish new holes in his jeans.
Fortunately, Dean was fine. He was cut, bruised and in shock a little, with a facial expression that I had not seen on him before.
I'm also happy to announce that I have finally found someone that is more afraid of wasps than me. His name is Dean. Dean Bennett. We had rode back quite cautiously following the unfortunate accident and had pulled over to admire the view of the Bay just before reaching Paihia. We were stood talking and I had noticed a bee grazing mid-way down Dean's chest, right on the zip, just sitting there grooming itself quite contented. When Dean saw my horror staring back at his chest, he panicked, pulling his jacket as far away from his body as possible, wide-eyed shouting very formally and firmly 'How do I get it off?'. When it became obvious to him that there was no way I was coming to the rescue, he went white. He sat quite still astride his scooter for a good few minutes giving the bee his complete, undivided attention. Then the bee decided to crawl very slowly up - towards Dean's chin. Well I didn't get to see too much after that - my eyes were filled with tears as I had lay on the grass, knees in the air. What I did see though was Dean jump of his Scooter thrashing and writhing his body around in some kind of seizure as the Scooter crashed to the ground and the bee confusedly flew away to wash elsewhere. When everything had calmed down, Dean picked up his Scooter, I wiped my eyes and we continued on to Paihia.
That evening, we told Micky of our Scootering misadventures and bee encounters. She laughed and said that there was more testosterone in her, than the both of us put together. She's probably right..