Let's face it. My blog abounds with relevant information... er, uh.

So where are we? Chris is alive and kicking. I got punished with food poisoning for revealing his weakness for chest infections. But all is well now and we seem to be stuck at this hostel in Kaikoura on the northeast coast of the south island. It's got a free sauna, what can I say? We stayed with a host before that in Blenheim. Truly nice to do some work and then hit up a few wineries in the area. Wine tasting... the biggest conglomerate of bullshitters known to man. I've got some friends that would fit right in, Ted. Regardless, I had some incredible wines, the best vinagrette to date, chocolate liquers, olive oils to please the palate, and the 'Best gin in the world'.

We did some usual yard work in Blenheim, while Patrick got to resist the vicious wind by building shelves in a closet. At the end of our stay we built a rock couch inside a paddock. The sheep had been moved to another pen, but this one stubborn bastard kept escaping. The flimsy electric that she put up was barely holding it, so I went out to fix it on the last day. Only, out of no where this swarm of bees dived bomb me, forcing me to hop the electric like Carl Lewis and sprint up hill dragging Chris along with me in the confusion. That was when I called it a day and sat by the fire inside.

We're on our way to Christchurch tomorrow and will stay until we have spent all our money again. I fucking hate spending money when I fail to reap much more from it than food and shelter. Where are all the tanglible items that I can cherish forever, shit. Halloween should still be good, even though New Zealanders claim not to celebrate. That'll just make our thrift store costumes that much better at the classy joints in Christchurch.

Well, I hope the weather gets warmer, but it's a fine line to walk as you're traveling south while spring casually comes on the scene.