We arrived at Greymouth after a massive slog of a journey. Jimbo was staying in what looked to be an absolutely awesome hostel. He desperately wanted to go to a town where you could make knives. I think he actually planned on making a sword to take back to Manchester.
We visited the Pancake Rocks, which were interesting but not as interesting as our little piles of rocks that we had made along the road. They did look like pancakes though. Ours looked more like burgers. This one looked like a penguin.
There was also this mental thing that looked a bit like the Predator.
The drive after Greymouth was absolutely awe inspiring. That evening we met two American guys, both farm boys that were doing the same trip as us but sleeping outside. Fucking mental.
We looked up at the beautiful stars and soon the conversation got onto the universe, its origins and what we believed our place to be in it.
The next day I followed through in the car trying to fart in Helen´s face.
We visited the Pancake Rocks, which were interesting but not as interesting as our little piles of rocks that we had made along the road. They did look like pancakes though. Ours looked more like burgers. This one looked like a penguin.
There was also this mental thing that looked a bit like the Predator.
The drive after Greymouth was absolutely awe inspiring. That evening we met two American guys, both farm boys that were doing the same trip as us but sleeping outside. Fucking mental.
We looked up at the beautiful stars and soon the conversation got onto the universe, its origins and what we believed our place to be in it.
The next day I followed through in the car trying to fart in Helen´s face.
1 comment:
you made me cry with laughter again finners. that 'shitting your pants' joke never gets old, wherever you are in the world.
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