Today we bussed to Te Anau stopping at McCrackens rest to take inappropriate pictures. We also got to stop at a Paua Shell Factory were they turn these shells into jewelry and other clever things.
I shot some pool at a cafe we stopped at with Mike whilst enjoying the delicious sandwiches I made for myself in Invercargill. I also lost $2 on a slot machine.
For some reason we stopped at a stone whale along the way too and took pictures of us surfing on it.
Our St.Patricks evening got off to a slow start with Mike and I waiting around for Lisa and Emma to do laundry. For dinner I cooked myself a delicious sausage, cheese, sweet thai chili sauce and mustard sandwich. It's delicious smell made the room jealous.
We finally headed out into town when laundry and dinner was done and went to the bar our bus driver gave us free drink vouchers at. Mike and I had a Speights before hitting the Guinness and shooting some pool. We spent quite awhile at "The Ranch" chatting and playing pool. Lisa and I split some chocolate cake and then the girls left to go to bed. Mike and I finished up on the pool table and then headed to Bailez for "live irish music" and more Guinness on tap and to meet up with our friends.
When we got there the place was pretty dead. The live Irish music consisted of an irish guy dressed in green playing electric guitar and singing and using a Macbook Pro to run the other tracks for the songs. The crowd in the bar consisted of group of about a dozen Malaysians drinking rounds of Heineken. A handful of locals, two likely in there late fifties to early sixties - one of which was wearing a kilt, the other sweat pants and a dress shirt. Both were extremely intoxicated. At one point the kilt guy grabbed on of the young bar maids and got here to start dancing with him. Before long another bar maid came over and grabbed us and then a few of the Malaysians got involved and next thing this random assortment of people were all dancing to "Funky Town". It was really quite strange.
Following this we went a bar that actually had relatively (or atleast comparatively) normal people in it called "The Moose" it was pretty hopping and I ran into Natalie's friend Brendan and chatted with him for a bit.
Shortly after midnight Mike and decided to pack it in and head back. Along the way we ran into a really drunk Kiwi Rugby player who followed us for a bit before finally leaving us just before the hostel.
It was an interesting night to say the least. Not at all what I expected to go down on St.Patrick's Day.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
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