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A Town Called Barry
September 25, 2002 Barryville, New Zealand

It doesn't look foul

It was an early morning on the Farm. Our driver, Jimbo, instructed us to leave the kitchen immaculate, so we all did dishes as usual. Then we went and sat on our shitty bus, and watched while Jimbo cleaned the kitchen. When he got on, he was mad that we didn't clean up well, and sat and watched him do it for 15 minutes. And that was that. This sometimes feels like a school field trip, except your old enough to drink, and the chaperone has no power over you. However, you shouldn't piss off the driver.

Most people were riding horses today, but me, German Ines, Katy, Kara, and Dennis the Dutchman opted to walk to the seal colony on Foulwind Bay. I'm glad we did, because it was along the tops of tall cliffs the whole way, with a beautiful bay around each corner. Ines summarized the view perfectly: Mountains to the left, clear blue sky above, and ocean crashing in to the right. I took "heaps" of pictures, as the English say. It was good fun. I also watched with horror as Katy made a butter and jelly sandwich. However, being the only American, I was considered a freak for not liking it.

The seals turned out to be anti-climatic, since they were just sleeping on the rocks, so you couldn't really see them.

Like the Lord of the Rings

Then it was off to a subtropical rainforest, pancake rocks, and blow holes. These walks, while nice, were inferior to the earlier one, in my opinion.

Our crazy lodging continues, as we are staying in this tiny town in the middle of nowhere with about 20 houses and a pub (where we are sleeping). I talked with Ann from England who is in her 50s and traveling alone with us young 'uns. You're never too old. I also talked to Anoushka from London who has never learned to drive, but loves to skydive. When asked how long she's been traveling, she apologizes that it's been "only" three months.

I didn't have access to a spell-checker today, and am tired, so there must be lots of "creative" spellings. Any bored volunteers to go back and correct my spelling? Also, my mailing list doesn't work. Any volunteers to take a look at that? Since we are staying on Farms and in huts, I'm not sure when the next update will be.

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Comments

Don't let Jimbo get you down.
Sounds gorgeous!!!
Tom

Posted by: Tom Greene on September 26, 2002 08:50 AM

Terry - how about less facts and some more interesting anecdotes.
I know you must be having more fun than these last few entries
make it sound like. Some of these folks you've been hanging out
with must be annoying or weird or something out of the ordinary.
The guy pissed about the dirty kitchen is a good start. This is
just constructive criticism - I'm enjoying your journal, I just
want some more details.

Posted by: Anne on September 26, 2002 12:52 PM

My girlfriend told me that some of the Indian guys she went to grad school with used to eat butter straight - with a spoon.

Posted by: M@ on June 22, 2003 03:19 PM
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