Only a month late. I been busy. That’s a lie, I’m just lazy.

It took us 24 hours and 55 mintues with a stopover in Hong Kong to reach New Zealand. I didn’t sleep the whole time and we were stuck in the middle of two randoms in our 4 chair row. There was much careful climbing over asleep people so I could go to the bathroom. “Look at all these movies!” Marcelo was excited. “We don’t have much time”. We really did. We started with Camp Rock, mainly because of Marcelo’s weird obsession with the Jonas Brothers. The main one has enourmous eyebrows. 15 minutes later we switched to Tropic Thunder.

We had a few hours in Auckland, mainly spent walking round in a daze and then sleeping. Back in my home in Wellington, friends came round and we were on the drink. I think it helped the jetlag actually. It was a whirlwind tour of Wellington and we were only there for a few days so I dragged Marcelo round all the resturants and cafe’s I’d been craving.

We spent Christmas in Christchurch with my extended family, another boozy day made more fun by a breathlyzer that was used mainly to make fun of the weaker drinkers for being more drunk. Surprisingly, I was the last to fail an adult reading. My mum bought me a Nintendo DS cooking instructor game for Christmas, obviously in hope that someday I will grow to not fail so much in the kitchen.

Onwards to Kaiteriteri, a beautiful beach town where my parents have a holiday home. We were joined by my mates from Wellys for jetboating, jetskiing and general madness. We saw seals sunbathing, we had dolphins following behind and along the side of our boat, saw tiny baby penguins swimming next to us and a giant stingray. I couldn’t of asked for anything better.

We took the tiny dinghy out through a lagoon and trecked up a forest path for a bit, until we came to Cleopatra’s Pools, a natural rock slide in spring water. Spring water is freaking freezing. My lungs collapsed when I jumped in. I’m pretty sure whoosing uncontrollably down a rock channel was the cause to many of my unexplained bruises on my back, but it was well worth it. Once I could breathe again, anyways.

After one dinner out, the boys decided they’d walk back to our house up a track through the bush. For some unexplained reason, they all got naked for the walk. Why do boys do this? I don’t know. My Dad, unaware of this weirdness, decided to go hide in a part of the track to leap out and scare them. “I could hear them talking” Dad said. “Then Cashy barked, and I heard a bloody CHAOS”. The chaos of course, being the mad scramble to put pants back on. “Then I could hear them go, GOOD BOY, CASH. THANK YOU. GOOD BOY.”

New Years was amazing. My most favorite New Zealand band Supergroove and reunited and happened to be playing in a tavern down the road from us. I was so stoked. We were already drunk when we turned up, it was daylight and we were dancing to a makeshift DJ they had on whilst setting up the equipment. Classy. Especially in that Zara had smuggled in Vodka in water bottles in our handbags.

I was up the front of the concert on the barrier the whole time. I reckon at one point I was holding up the entire mosh pit from falling over. My hands were so bruised from holding on to that damn barrier. Totally worth it, got to chat with the lead singer from Elemenop. Supegroove were freaking amazing, I’ve waited so long to see them live. At the end, the drummer through his drumsticks in to the crowd. One of them hit Marcelo smack in the face and cut his nose open before falling into his arms. As he stared at it, dazed, our mate Baz saw an opportunity, grabbed the drum stick and gave it to a hot girl. She walked off happy, with her boyfriend.

It was such an awesome trip, I really miss my home and my mates there but hey. Zara and Callum will be here soon so party on Wayne.

I don’t remember this photo being taken. It worries me because our whole group is in it. Who the hell took the photo? Notice the daylight and lack of anyone else in front of the stage. See our Redbull cans? We’d filled them up with the smuggled vodka in the portaloo. KEEPING IT REAL, YO.

Christmas and New Years photos