Showing posts with label party. Show all posts
Showing posts with label party. Show all posts

Saturday, 28 May 2016

Day 139: House Party! Meeting up with another tour group

Friday 22nd April

Cabin in the woods
Dress up with thrift shop attire
A different group, mostly Brits
Corn hole
Chatting and drinking games

Early morning of hangovers and cleaning 

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We arrived from Austin, Texas, in the middle of the afternoon. After driving through some confusing roads through the forests of the state park. Eventually we made it to a rather nice cabin, alone amongst the trees. It had 8 bunk beds, 2 double beds, a fold out double bed, a kitchen, an open veranda at the front, and a veranda at the back surrounded by fly netting. This was not only for the five of us. We would soon be sharing it with another group. They had started in New York, travelling across country, down to New Orleans, from which they were coming to us now.

We unpacked our gear before dressing up in the random bits of cheap clothing we had picked up from the thrift stores of Austin. Mostly we had managed to gather animal print outfits- which nicely surprised the other group as they arrived.

The other group was mostly Brits, with one Korean guy in tow.

We played "corn hole" for a while, our group having our own set. This game involves two wide wooden boards, each at a angle, with a hole in the middle. The boards are placed a distance apart and each player stands by a board, with four bean bags. Each then takes it in turns to throw bean bags. Getting a bag on the board is one point, and into the hole is three points. We'd gotten quite good at this over the last few weeks, so it was good to show off to another group.
(NB There's a few different ways to play Corn Hole, depending on State.)

We had a dinner of pasta and garlic bread, before having a quite British party of drinking and chatting, interspersed by both British and American drinking games.

Come the morning, as the first one up, I began the great clean up. Some how we managed to get the place back to ship shape before leaving, each group going our separate ways.

Wednesday, 30 December 2015

Day 23: Lake Mahinapua, I'm Gandalf, Poo Pub, and swimming again

Monday 28th December

Lemon scented trash bag Gandalf visits the Poo Pub

Distance: bus, 151km

Total Distance: 3866km

Our first trip today was to the Pancake Rocks and Blowhole, a formation of limestone on the coast which has a strongly striated pattern horizontally, and is also being eroded to create blowholes. These are much more impressive at high tide, but we were there half way to low tide, still good to see though.

We then stopped in Greymouth for bin bags. Why? Because we were off to a party at the Poo Pub? Where? It's a pub once owned by an old man who loved having KE to stay, but died a few years ago. The pub was bought by the founder of KE, revamped, and is now where everyone goes for a party. Out near a beautiful, if brown, Lake Mahinapua, where we would go for a quick swim with photos taken by Flea, missing the few eels present.

The bin bags were for the party. That was the theme, so we all made costumes out of plastic bags and tape. 

I was to be Gandalf the Grey, with grey, lemon scented bags for robes, a white bag for beard, a random Mexican sombrero covered in grey bags for hat, a drift wood staff, and my inflatable camping lantern at the tip of the staff. It wasn't going to win fashion awards, and Weta Workshop would never be proud, but in the pub it worked really well. Everyone guessed who I was straight away and raved about the light on the end of my staff.

We had a great party that carried on until the early hours. I gave up the beard, hat, and staff after a few hours as I sweated through the evening. Yet as people began to leave I went to find it again. Between the pub and the lake is a side trail that takes 30 minutes instead of the 8 minute route straight to the lake. With the lantern on my staff I decided to have a quick evening stroll through the forest. It's a much different place in black and white when all you can see are the plants either side of the track. 

Eventually I reached the lake, turned round, and took the 8 minute track back to the hostel. Here the light was switched off. In the undergrowth next to the road were multiple tiny points of glowing light. Glow worms! Like the ones I had seen in the caves on the North Island, but living in the bush. They were present all the way along the track, like the lights along an aeroplane's aisles. It was bizarre, quaint, and beautiful.