We were forced by the New Zealand road system to trundle back to Queenstown again. We went up in the cable car to the lookout point, where we laughed at fat people getting stuck in the tunnel on the go-karts, and miserably lamented the fact that we couldn't afford to go on the go-karts.
Later that afternoon we met Jimbo again when we broke into his hostel and snuck a shower.
Before long we were off again, heading up to Greymouth. For some unrecorded reason I had lots of sudocream on my face.
Here, through the miracle of fucking up information in a blog, we met Jimbo again.
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