According to Ken a near zero day is called a Nero Day. I will bow to his wisdom.
This Nero Day in particular are was filled with resupply, two pies, six ciders, a burger, and a long wait for James to come over the estuary to pick us up. It was well worth the wait.
It turns out that not only did James work on Hercules with the Harres, Wheelers, Bethells, and Worleys but that his place was amazing. Really amazing. I’ll let the pictures talk for themselves.
One small piece of misfortune happened though in that in the middle of the night I was awakened by the sound of 1000 fleas jumping inside the head of my blow up mattress. I couldn’t see anything wrong with it and lay back down only to have it suddenly de-laminate.
Although it looks pillowish, I fear it will never function as one.
Oh, and if you are wondering why there is a picture of a cup? Ken fell in love with it, proclaimed her the perfect woman, and made it his screen saver.
- Another day waiting for the tide to go out…….
- New Zealand is a very small place.
- I wish I had of spent the day at James instead of in Ngunguru waiting for him to get back from work. Better prior planning may have achieved this.