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Ahhh ya it's on! A bit of a reunion for Big Big Love, a Single Speed mountain bike team that started at 24hours of Old Pueblo. Ryan and Derryl have arrived from Utah in Auckland and are being entertained by BW until our 24 hour race in Rotorua this Saturday. Wish us luck. I'm so excited to have a boys week.
I'm sure there will be a big "wright" up to follow.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Fly'n my new colour, Karapoti Brown
...o^'0 The Karapoti Classic: 4hrs 2min
...o^'0 The Map & Details: 50km; 2800m
...o^'0 The Results: 407/865 finishers; 394/800 all men; 117/238 my category
...o^'0 The Photographers: I'm thinking of buying but not sure just yet.
...o^'0 The Technicals: Five flats: 3 tubes, 2 patches and a hole in the tire patched as well...
...o^'0 The story:
First a big thanks to the Slovak's for putting me up and entertaining me the night before.
The pictures here of the mud don't tell the whole story. Most of it was washed away w/ the final river crossing, have a look at the first image from the photographer above.
This is "the" talked about mountain bike race in New Zealand. So of course I had to do it. I signed up months ago and thought that was plenty of time to get out and pre-ride the course... The one time I tried w/ my mate Brett. I made it over the warm up climb (see map) and ended up catching a branch in my wheel tearing off the hanger, breaking the rear derailleur in two and tweaking the wheel. :( Hooray I got a 14km walk-a-bike back to the car park.
Thanks to Singlephile and On yer Bike for parts and help getting the rig ready to ride the Alpine Epic the following week. I then thought I'd get out for one big ride after the AE but thought better not to go out and risk breaking my bike or me with less than a week to go time. All of you know something bad would have happened...
It was raining when I arrived and continued through half of the race. I'm kind of a warm weather man myself. I don't so much mind a bit of weather when I'm already out but have the hardest time pushing my ass out the door when it's windy, raining, snowing or the occasional hail. I'd be ly'n if I didn't admit almost going back to bed that dreary Saturday morning.
This race is broken down into sections: Warm-Up, Deadwood, Rock Garden, Devils Staircase, Big Ring Blvd. and Dopers.
My category, Men 30-39, was the third group to start. I made my way to the front knowing full well that I was going to be passed by everyone behind me. I saw my friend Josh also ready with both feet and bike in the river waiting for the start. I was gonna keep my feet dry for as long as possible; that was pointless, what would another minute on top of the 4+ hours of river, rain, puddles and thick mud hurt? Ok Ok I'm a pu...
The horn goes off and I'm on the other side of the river. I was feeling pretty damn good this day and I had been doing some training so I kicked in race pace. Bryon, do you remember what the feel like? ;) OK I'll stop taking he piss out of ya, maybe.
By the top of the warm up climb I was pretty sure I was in the top 30 or so of my class. Heading down I'm paranoid as all get out watching for sticks and twigs! Clear and smooth except for the punter skidding all over the place in the scree. A loud, on your left, an bang zoom another person in my class eats my dust err mud.
OK so this is where bobby is riding blind. I've not been on any part of the rest of the course. I keep telling myself, pace yourself and all is good. I was supposed to be doing something else too.... O ya eat and have a gu! Am I nutz or does this power food taste awesome? My climbing strength is pretty good so I was passing a few more people but I did have to hike a bike a few times because I'm weak and of course the guy or gal I'm following decide they can't ride any more and stop in the middle of the only rideable line, GOSH! All the time I'm singing to my self "Just keep spinning, just keep spinning" as I make it to the top of the steep bit. Here I'm glad I got a tid bit of information bit from the guy that bought my Fetish carbon stem ($30 kiwi, what a steal). He told me to save some energy for the "rollers" at the top of both Deadwood and Devils Staircase. O man and am I glad I did. These rollers went on for days! In any case that part of my life is over and I'm excited to see what the Rock Garden has to offer. errrr brakes. What a big as que. Many people off walking their bikes some riding past screaming out, my line was "Coming in HOT!" I'll describe the rock garden as a steep tree covered trench from 1-2 meters wide with various loose rocks from the size of a pebble to that of a beach ball. Lest I forget to mention a couple drops well over a meter. There was no way of riding some of the more technical portions because of the clutter of people and bikes. At one point I found a window, was on and clipped in to indo just after cuz I glanced down at my foot and missed turning for a boulder... No thing but a chicken wing. I wasn't hurt, bike was good and the guy right behind was at least 3 seconds away.
I'm blanking how the garden ended and devils staircase began but I think it was a stream crossing into some mud then the grueling 3km hike a bike, most of the time it was on my back. I remember asking how much further at some point that seemed to be along way into the climb and the reply was "we're about a 1/4 the way up" WTF OMG. There wasn't much room to make up ground since it was a single file que all the way up. There's a pretty good pick of me on this section from the photographers. I was still steam'n along when we made it to the top. I was expecting the rollers and smashed them out. During this portion I yelled out "I thought this was supposed to be Big Ring Blvd," to which the reply was "you'll know when it starts." I did and this is where my fantastic ride started to turn to shit. With the big ring turned on and suspension open I was bombing again passing at least 10 people when all of a sudden I start to get a bit squidy on a corner. Look down and the rear goes flat. Dam I say and poll over, quickly pull out the co2, tube and change what should have been a fast exchange but I was frozen up by the co2. I've never used on in the rain and it turns out that when the co2 comes out it's pretty cold and welds my glove finger tips to the nozel. F&*k comes out as I rip my gloves and slowly get the unit off and the wheel back on. Only 4-5 people had passed me so I was pretty hyped and thought to myself, "that wasn't so bad, you're gonna rock this course." Awe well not 3 minutes later another flat. I told my bike, "you have to be kidding me" but instead of filling back up w/ air the tire shrunk under my evil glare }8| Thankfully I brought 2 tubes and 2 co2's. Another quick change, this time spitting on the nozzle to bring the temp up a bit before grabbing on. Woo hoo OK Rob now take it a bit slower, you don't have any more tubes... So I did and then it did it again. NO F'n way! I pull over and the presta screw, whatever was gone along w/ all the air. My shoulders sag and I bust out the quick patch kit, you know, the kind that are like stickers and don't function in the wet! F THE BIKE GODS I LOATH YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It had stopped raining but I was soaked and I had nothing to dry the tube so I wiped the best I could and stood there blowing on the tube as I watch ride after ride pass me. :(
Eureka stick'm was on and I was pumping away. More riders go by, more questions "Are you OK?" I was getting pretty sick of saying "ya sure." With the wind lost to my sails I took it much slower than I would have normally just to be sure that I wouldn't puncture again. 30 minutes later I'm feeling pretty good again and am hammering the Dopers climb. Only one short section that I had to walk. My heart and legs are pumping and the world is good until I stop feeling the rocks under my rear wheel. I closed my eyes, looked up and prayed that the gods were just playing with my head. Looking the other way they weren't. Not only was the wind gone but the water had also drained form the ocean around my little vessel. Everyone I had just passed riding up the hill were now making their way bye. I started asking everyone for a normal patch kit. One guys stopped to lend me one then another guy stopped and offered me a tube. He said it's a shradder and I said that will do just fine. He hands it to me and the patch guy takes off too. Hmm anyone know the problem? WTF am I thinking, a shrader, I've not had a shrader wheel for years! Ug! O well, I'll do what I can to fix one of my three tubes. I tried pumping all three and none would give me enough pressure to find the hole. What have I done to anger you so? So this princess named Michelle Duffy rocked up and offered me her tube. Michelle, if you're out there and see this post I have a tube and a beer/coffee waiting for your hands.
At this point I had lost so much time I had a proper sit down and decided to have a look at the tire. After turning the tire inside out and having a close inspection I found that something had made a 2cm gash and could have been the culprit. I let the tire dry and used two of my patches to cover the rough rubber. Some more pumping and I was climbing once again. I wasn't going to let this damn race get the better of me so I decide to power on and stay in the saddle pushing my ass off. As I passed Michelle hiking I said "you are a life saver" and she asked how I was doing. I said shit and she said "at least your still riding..." trudat! I had the rest of Dopers for lunch and I was off to the races for the final downhill and out. I kept the hammer down and played leap frog with some guy a few times but he finally gave up. I had no idea how much time I had been out but I WAS determined to still come in under 4 hours. In front of me was the final river crossing, the same we started crossing so I rocked up to the edge jumped off and instantly cramped and started getting swept down river. I've never had that feeling before but I was kinda scared because the pain was so bad and I couldn't move easily yet I knew I had to move because I may just drown. Well probably not w/ so many people around but I still didn't to be rescued... Ah well I powered through gritting my teeth and finished. I thought I heard 3:48 when I pulled in and told my mates that is what I got until I went and looked at the results :( 4:02 BS o well, I bucked up and told them. They all beat my time. Ahh well good job anyway guys.
We had some lunch, a couple beers then hung for a bit of the awards.
I think that's enough words for now, don't you.
...o^'0 The Map & Details: 50km; 2800m
...o^'0 The Results: 407/865 finishers; 394/800 all men; 117/238 my category
...o^'0 The Photographers: I'm thinking of buying but not sure just yet.
...o^'0 The Technicals: Five flats: 3 tubes, 2 patches and a hole in the tire patched as well...
...o^'0 The story:
First a big thanks to the Slovak's for putting me up and entertaining me the night before.
The pictures here of the mud don't tell the whole story. Most of it was washed away w/ the final river crossing, have a look at the first image from the photographer above.
This is "the" talked about mountain bike race in New Zealand. So of course I had to do it. I signed up months ago and thought that was plenty of time to get out and pre-ride the course... The one time I tried w/ my mate Brett. I made it over the warm up climb (see map) and ended up catching a branch in my wheel tearing off the hanger, breaking the rear derailleur in two and tweaking the wheel. :( Hooray I got a 14km walk-a-bike back to the car park.
Thanks to Singlephile and On yer Bike for parts and help getting the rig ready to ride the Alpine Epic the following week. I then thought I'd get out for one big ride after the AE but thought better not to go out and risk breaking my bike or me with less than a week to go time. All of you know something bad would have happened...
It was raining when I arrived and continued through half of the race. I'm kind of a warm weather man myself. I don't so much mind a bit of weather when I'm already out but have the hardest time pushing my ass out the door when it's windy, raining, snowing or the occasional hail. I'd be ly'n if I didn't admit almost going back to bed that dreary Saturday morning.
This race is broken down into sections: Warm-Up, Deadwood, Rock Garden, Devils Staircase, Big Ring Blvd. and Dopers.
My category, Men 30-39, was the third group to start. I made my way to the front knowing full well that I was going to be passed by everyone behind me. I saw my friend Josh also ready with both feet and bike in the river waiting for the start. I was gonna keep my feet dry for as long as possible; that was pointless, what would another minute on top of the 4+ hours of river, rain, puddles and thick mud hurt? Ok Ok I'm a pu...
The horn goes off and I'm on the other side of the river. I was feeling pretty damn good this day and I had been doing some training so I kicked in race pace. Bryon, do you remember what the feel like? ;) OK I'll stop taking he piss out of ya, maybe.
By the top of the warm up climb I was pretty sure I was in the top 30 or so of my class. Heading down I'm paranoid as all get out watching for sticks and twigs! Clear and smooth except for the punter skidding all over the place in the scree. A loud, on your left, an bang zoom another person in my class eats my dust err mud.OK so this is where bobby is riding blind. I've not been on any part of the rest of the course. I keep telling myself, pace yourself and all is good. I was supposed to be doing something else too.... O ya eat and have a gu! Am I nutz or does this power food taste awesome? My climbing strength is pretty good so I was passing a few more people but I did have to hike a bike a few times because I'm weak and of course the guy or gal I'm following decide they can't ride any more and stop in the middle of the only rideable line, GOSH! All the time I'm singing to my self "Just keep spinning, just keep spinning" as I make it to the top of the steep bit. Here I'm glad I got a tid bit of information bit from the guy that bought my Fetish carbon stem ($30 kiwi, what a steal). He told me to save some energy for the "rollers" at the top of both Deadwood and Devils Staircase. O man and am I glad I did. These rollers went on for days! In any case that part of my life is over and I'm excited to see what the Rock Garden has to offer. errrr brakes. What a big as que. Many people off walking their bikes some riding past screaming out, my line was "Coming in HOT!" I'll describe the rock garden as a steep tree covered trench from 1-2 meters wide with various loose rocks from the size of a pebble to that of a beach ball. Lest I forget to mention a couple drops well over a meter. There was no way of riding some of the more technical portions because of the clutter of people and bikes. At one point I found a window, was on and clipped in to indo just after cuz I glanced down at my foot and missed turning for a boulder... No thing but a chicken wing. I wasn't hurt, bike was good and the guy right behind was at least 3 seconds away.
I'm blanking how the garden ended and devils staircase began but I think it was a stream crossing into some mud then the grueling 3km hike a bike, most of the time it was on my back. I remember asking how much further at some point that seemed to be along way into the climb and the reply was "we're about a 1/4 the way up" WTF OMG. There wasn't much room to make up ground since it was a single file que all the way up. There's a pretty good pick of me on this section from the photographers. I was still steam'n along when we made it to the top. I was expecting the rollers and smashed them out. During this portion I yelled out "I thought this was supposed to be Big Ring Blvd," to which the reply was "you'll know when it starts." I did and this is where my fantastic ride started to turn to shit. With the big ring turned on and suspension open I was bombing again passing at least 10 people when all of a sudden I start to get a bit squidy on a corner. Look down and the rear goes flat. Dam I say and poll over, quickly pull out the co2, tube and change what should have been a fast exchange but I was frozen up by the co2. I've never used on in the rain and it turns out that when the co2 comes out it's pretty cold and welds my glove finger tips to the nozel. F&*k comes out as I rip my gloves and slowly get the unit off and the wheel back on. Only 4-5 people had passed me so I was pretty hyped and thought to myself, "that wasn't so bad, you're gonna rock this course." Awe well not 3 minutes later another flat. I told my bike, "you have to be kidding me" but instead of filling back up w/ air the tire shrunk under my evil glare }8| Thankfully I brought 2 tubes and 2 co2's. Another quick change, this time spitting on the nozzle to bring the temp up a bit before grabbing on. Woo hoo OK Rob now take it a bit slower, you don't have any more tubes... So I did and then it did it again. NO F'n way! I pull over and the presta screw, whatever was gone along w/ all the air. My shoulders sag and I bust out the quick patch kit, you know, the kind that are like stickers and don't function in the wet! F THE BIKE GODS I LOATH YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!It had stopped raining but I was soaked and I had nothing to dry the tube so I wiped the best I could and stood there blowing on the tube as I watch ride after ride pass me. :(
Eureka stick'm was on and I was pumping away. More riders go by, more questions "Are you OK?" I was getting pretty sick of saying "ya sure." With the wind lost to my sails I took it much slower than I would have normally just to be sure that I wouldn't puncture again. 30 minutes later I'm feeling pretty good again and am hammering the Dopers climb. Only one short section that I had to walk. My heart and legs are pumping and the world is good until I stop feeling the rocks under my rear wheel. I closed my eyes, looked up and prayed that the gods were just playing with my head. Looking the other way they weren't. Not only was the wind gone but the water had also drained form the ocean around my little vessel. Everyone I had just passed riding up the hill were now making their way bye. I started asking everyone for a normal patch kit. One guys stopped to lend me one then another guy stopped and offered me a tube. He said it's a shradder and I said that will do just fine. He hands it to me and the patch guy takes off too. Hmm anyone know the problem? WTF am I thinking, a shrader, I've not had a shrader wheel for years! Ug! O well, I'll do what I can to fix one of my three tubes. I tried pumping all three and none would give me enough pressure to find the hole. What have I done to anger you so? So this princess named Michelle Duffy rocked up and offered me her tube. Michelle, if you're out there and see this post I have a tube and a beer/coffee waiting for your hands.
At this point I had lost so much time I had a proper sit down and decided to have a look at the tire. After turning the tire inside out and having a close inspection I found that something had made a 2cm gash and could have been the culprit. I let the tire dry and used two of my patches to cover the rough rubber. Some more pumping and I was climbing once again. I wasn't going to let this damn race get the better of me so I decide to power on and stay in the saddle pushing my ass off. As I passed Michelle hiking I said "you are a life saver" and she asked how I was doing. I said shit and she said "at least your still riding..." trudat! I had the rest of Dopers for lunch and I was off to the races for the final downhill and out. I kept the hammer down and played leap frog with some guy a few times but he finally gave up. I had no idea how much time I had been out but I WAS determined to still come in under 4 hours. In front of me was the final river crossing, the same we started crossing so I rocked up to the edge jumped off and instantly cramped and started getting swept down river. I've never had that feeling before but I was kinda scared because the pain was so bad and I couldn't move easily yet I knew I had to move because I may just drown. Well probably not w/ so many people around but I still didn't to be rescued... Ah well I powered through gritting my teeth and finished. I thought I heard 3:48 when I pulled in and told my mates that is what I got until I went and looked at the results :( 4:02 BS o well, I bucked up and told them. They all beat my time. Ahh well good job anyway guys.
We had some lunch, a couple beers then hung for a bit of the awards.
I think that's enough words for now, don't you.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Da Alpine Epic Bro
Months ago I signed me 'n a bro, Byron Wright ;) , up for this 4 day 5 stage mountain bike race from Mt Somers to Lake Tekapo called the Alpine Epic. This short 243km ride with a measly 6300m ascent was the first of it's kind in New Zealand and Aroha Nui Nui ('Big Big Love' NZ Style) was going to knock it down. In case you need some assistance with the metric conversion: 150.9932 miles and 20,669.2913 feet of Ascent but really it was more, I just don't have the details handy 8)
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If you want the Google Earth tracks let me know and I'll email them. Below I'll include a map but it's not the route we took.
Click here for my pictures and here for Bryon's and here for race results
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I had done a few training rides but Bryon Epic Wright figured he'd just wing it. Now that takes balls. Our goal from the beginning was to finish and have a good time so we stopped here and there to take photos whilst people zoomed past us with perplexed looks like "WTF mate, are you a tourist?!?!" We did finish and with every passing minute after that point BW's hind sight was convincing him that he had a great time. Many things were said and I found his quote the day afte the race to be most suiting "What is said on the mountain stays on the mountain." 
In all my years not of riding w/ the guy I've never heard him whine so much LOL I love you B!
It was an auspisious start; the forecast looked good, our bikes were not damaged during the flight and we were together for another big long ride.
We took off from Mt Somers on the tar seal (asphalt) for a bit then onto some shingle (gravel) roads and then onto farm land using 4wd tracks, mud bog paddocks, tussock hills and of course the occasional sheep and game trail. Day 1 was pretty short and easy we started around noon and finished the 35km ride in under 3 hours. Camp was made at Inverary Station (Farm/Ranch) on soft, luscious green grass that had sheep shit all over... I'm pretty sure I've now eaten more than my fare share of shit. My tyres (tires) and those of the people in front of me had me covered in mud and dung each day.
After a quick clean up of me and the rig we had some time to kill before dinner so we watched an episode of the Simpson on my PSP. Of course I brought entertainment: 5 Simpsons episodes, The Bucket List, Family Guy season 6, Once Were Warriors and ... I brought a book too, An Empire's New Cloths, but that didn't get much use on the trail; airport and plane reading. I also brought my IPOD which got destroyed by water from all the stream crossings on day 3! :( It plays still but the screen is completely dead... Hey there's a gift idea for ya ;D
Day 2's start time was pushed back, hell ya, from 8 to 9am but breakfast was still from 6-7 :( Grub then back to bed for another hour. Today was going to be our first real test. Two stages: 35km-1250m and 15km-220m. Today's routes were changed so the 35km was little shorter and the 15km was longer, I think it was close to a wash. Stage two was a difficult climbs at times up to Brown hut. BW's egg beaters were destroyed and we were just hoping they would make it the rest of the day. On the back side of Brown Saddle was our first real downhill. There was a check point at the saddle but B just wanted to get it over with, he's not happy when he doesn't know how many climbs to expect; damn route changes... This downhill was over 600 m in less than 5 k and dropped us out into a valley and then the Rangitata River where rafts were working to ferry all of us across(t). After an hour of waiting around we were finally on the other side with cold muscles and not so ready to start stage 3. This was all on shingle roads to the Rangitata Rafting company. Here we found out why BW was struggling so much, his BB was shot and it was pushing against his chainring. What a struggle he had today. We stopped some 4 times to tighten it up as best we could w/ a leaterman and rock hammer. Camp was a great location with hot sausages, a bike wash and warm showers; high school style, with towel snapping and all.
Another great dinner and we had the luck again. Dinner was served buffet style and each table was called individually. Three of the nights we were first in line whilst others waited at least another half an hour to grub, we blamed it on the Headless Horsemen and they said it was us. Either way we ate good and made some pretty cool new eating and riding buddies. Well at least B will have some new riding buddies, they were from Auckland. It was a fitful night of rain and an ontime start the next morning.
Stage 4 was to be the monster 80km-2150m. A big climb up and over Coal Hill then a long and steady climb up the Hewson River Valley down then up to Meikleburn Saddle before making the short 17km road ride, complete with head wind, to Sherwood Hall. More sausages, bike cleaning, drying of wet cloths and the tent and chating up a storm w/ the other riders about the day's rugged ride. We were riding w/ some of the best riders in the country, many men and woman that are or were national champions in mountain biking and cycling. Which brings us to the last day.
Day 4 an 8:30 road race starts out on the shingle road for about 15km. Mountain bike racers are sketchy in draft formation! So many brake taps and gaps opening up constantly. Today BW and I were in race mode. Not really by choice but we weren't about to be working outside the pelaton when there was energy to be saved. This went on for a long time like 40minutes until the first real climb and the group broke. O well back to kick'n it mode :D Well not really but we didn't keep race pace for sure. The Horsemen finally passed us and we didn't see them the rest of the day. The route had been changed again and we were told at the first check point we had an hour and a half to go... over 3 hours later and many many endless climbs, riverbeds and valleys we pulled into Lake Tekapo! B's spirits were low and I've never heard the guy go on like that. It was a hard day and raining the last 30 minutes of it to boot. Nothing at the finish :( no ride set up, no sausages... We got our gear to the campgrounds, drama, cleaned up with a 4 dollar shower; damn good shower by the way and it was time to get our drink on. We had to hitch to the awards ceremony... There was Moa beer and wine to drink while we looked at the $10/each photos taken by the official picture taker dude. We both bought 2, I'll get them in the post soon and he said I could get jpeg's too, we'll see. There were awards, much banter amongst all of us and then a drunk'n stumble back to the campgrounds. What a great race! There's probably some more tidbits but I can't be bothered just now. It's 1am! Say good night Gracy!
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If you want the Google Earth tracks let me know and I'll email them. Below I'll include a map but it's not the route we took.
Click here for my pictures and here for Bryon's and here for race results
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I had done a few training rides but Bryon Epic Wright figured he'd just wing it. Now that takes balls. Our goal from the beginning was to finish and have a good time so we stopped here and there to take photos whilst people zoomed past us with perplexed looks like "WTF mate, are you a tourist?!?!" We did finish and with every passing minute after that point BW's hind sight was convincing him that he had a great time. Many things were said and I found his quote the day afte the race to be most suiting "What is said on the mountain stays on the mountain." 
In all my years not of riding w/ the guy I've never heard him whine so much LOL I love you B!It was an auspisious start; the forecast looked good, our bikes were not damaged during the flight and we were together for another big long ride.
We took off from Mt Somers on the tar seal (asphalt) for a bit then onto some shingle (gravel) roads and then onto farm land using 4wd tracks, mud bog paddocks, tussock hills and of course the occasional sheep and game trail. Day 1 was pretty short and easy we started around noon and finished the 35km ride in under 3 hours. Camp was made at Inverary Station (Farm/Ranch) on soft, luscious green grass that had sheep shit all over... I'm pretty sure I've now eaten more than my fare share of shit. My tyres (tires) and those of the people in front of me had me covered in mud and dung each day.
After a quick clean up of me and the rig we had some time to kill before dinner so we watched an episode of the Simpson on my PSP. Of course I brought entertainment: 5 Simpsons episodes, The Bucket List, Family Guy season 6, Once Were Warriors and ... I brought a book too, An Empire's New Cloths, but that didn't get much use on the trail; airport and plane reading. I also brought my IPOD which got destroyed by water from all the stream crossings on day 3! :( It plays still but the screen is completely dead... Hey there's a gift idea for ya ;D
Day 2's start time was pushed back, hell ya, from 8 to 9am but breakfast was still from 6-7 :( Grub then back to bed for another hour. Today was going to be our first real test. Two stages: 35km-1250m and 15km-220m. Today's routes were changed so the 35km was little shorter and the 15km was longer, I think it was close to a wash. Stage two was a difficult climbs at times up to Brown hut. BW's egg beaters were destroyed and we were just hoping they would make it the rest of the day. On the back side of Brown Saddle was our first real downhill. There was a check point at the saddle but B just wanted to get it over with, he's not happy when he doesn't know how many climbs to expect; damn route changes... This downhill was over 600 m in less than 5 k and dropped us out into a valley and then the Rangitata River where rafts were working to ferry all of us across(t). After an hour of waiting around we were finally on the other side with cold muscles and not so ready to start stage 3. This was all on shingle roads to the Rangitata Rafting company. Here we found out why BW was struggling so much, his BB was shot and it was pushing against his chainring. What a struggle he had today. We stopped some 4 times to tighten it up as best we could w/ a leaterman and rock hammer. Camp was a great location with hot sausages, a bike wash and warm showers; high school style, with towel snapping and all.
Another great dinner and we had the luck again. Dinner was served buffet style and each table was called individually. Three of the nights we were first in line whilst others waited at least another half an hour to grub, we blamed it on the Headless Horsemen and they said it was us. Either way we ate good and made some pretty cool new eating and riding buddies. Well at least B will have some new riding buddies, they were from Auckland. It was a fitful night of rain and an ontime start the next morning.
Stage 4 was to be the monster 80km-2150m. A big climb up and over Coal Hill then a long and steady climb up the Hewson River Valley down then up to Meikleburn Saddle before making the short 17km road ride, complete with head wind, to Sherwood Hall. More sausages, bike cleaning, drying of wet cloths and the tent and chating up a storm w/ the other riders about the day's rugged ride. We were riding w/ some of the best riders in the country, many men and woman that are or were national champions in mountain biking and cycling. Which brings us to the last day.
Day 4 an 8:30 road race starts out on the shingle road for about 15km. Mountain bike racers are sketchy in draft formation! So many brake taps and gaps opening up constantly. Today BW and I were in race mode. Not really by choice but we weren't about to be working outside the pelaton when there was energy to be saved. This went on for a long time like 40minutes until the first real climb and the group broke. O well back to kick'n it mode :D Well not really but we didn't keep race pace for sure. The Horsemen finally passed us and we didn't see them the rest of the day. The route had been changed again and we were told at the first check point we had an hour and a half to go... over 3 hours later and many many endless climbs, riverbeds and valleys we pulled into Lake Tekapo! B's spirits were low and I've never heard the guy go on like that. It was a hard day and raining the last 30 minutes of it to boot. Nothing at the finish :( no ride set up, no sausages... We got our gear to the campgrounds, drama, cleaned up with a 4 dollar shower; damn good shower by the way and it was time to get our drink on. We had to hitch to the awards ceremony... There was Moa beer and wine to drink while we looked at the $10/each photos taken by the official picture taker dude. We both bought 2, I'll get them in the post soon and he said I could get jpeg's too, we'll see. There were awards, much banter amongst all of us and then a drunk'n stumble back to the campgrounds. What a great race! There's probably some more tidbits but I can't be bothered just now. It's 1am! Say good night Gracy!
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Sunday, January 25, 2009
Wellington Cup
A day @ the races. These pictures are from my day at the "Wellington Cup," the biggest social event in New Zealand... Well, at least as far as these promoters are concerned. There was even a showing from the Prime Minister saying how great an event this is... everyone person that spoke said the same bla bla. It's the people watching and good friends that made sitting in the sun for 5 hours all worth while!I only bet once, felt it and didn't win :( We took a picnic and snuck in a Russians share of Vodka (Just a joke my friends) Vodka has been the drink of choice as of late; Wadka as I call it which is actually a slaughter house in the Slovakian language hehe. I could use a Spake'n!
The line to get a drink was a hour long, than god there were 4 of us that took turns waiting because each person could only get 4 drinks and w/ that long of a wait in line everyone was double double fist'n LOL sure wish I would have got a snap shot of that... Anyway, check out the pics that I liked from this event.
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Thursday, January 1, 2009
The Holidays
I had BIG plans and HIGH expectations for xmas and new years… Didn’t turn out as expected.
I think all of my adventures up to now have been fun and left me feeling happy that I did whatever here in New Zealand. This was my first without family or friends and second holiday season with out a partner, whoa is rob aye. It makes it so much harder when you do have someone you love and can’t be with them, not a good feeling. To top it off my plans were to spend xmas and new year with a sudo friend that turned out to annoy the shit out of me and I couldn’t stand listening to her stories… In hindsight I should have dropped the couple grand on a plan ticket home and been with Mom, AQ & the rest of the boys…LAME!
All pics can be seen here.
I know all of you have missed my bitching and whinny stories so let me try and lighten the mood because it wasn’t ENTIRELY shit. After all I did hitch, tramp, dance, and beat on drums.
It all started on xmas day. I was up early and on the ferry to the south island then on a bus to Nelson to meet up with Polly (AKA treehug’n, knowitall, fake accent tote’n X Oreganite). Harsh I know but damn… We got a ride to Khurangi national forest where were started walking the Wangapeka track, sorta. It began with a river crossing, my first. River crossing here sound like a big deal and there is no shortage of people telling you to be careful and yada yada yada. Turns out they kill at least a few trampers every year. I’m now convinced of how dangerous these things are and could be with just a little bit of rainfall in the last day or fresh runoff. We looked for a calm and shallow area and crossed with locked arms. The current got strong in the middle, mixed with a few boulders Rob was on his way for a drink. Thankfully I had these kick ass walking sticks given to me by an uber tramper from Ireland. THANK YOU CONNOR!!!
With our feet dry we were off for a 9 hour climb. The plan was to take the route over Kiwi Saddle on day one and stay in the hut. NOT. We made it to John Reed Hut where Chummes ended and the route began. It wasn’t posted, there wasn’t a trail and we were scrambling up and down the mountain side on unstable footing made up of brush and tussocks. After about an hour from the hut we had covered maybe 1k of the 8 needed to make it to our planned destination. Hmm I’ve heard stories of people caught out in the NZ mountains… Spending the night on the side of this mountain wasn’t on my list of things to do. Turns our I was just saving that for night #2. Making it to Kiwi hut just wasn’t going to happen so we returned to John Reed for a nice night with a hut to ourselves.
After reading the hut log everyone that had come here either retuned the way they came or did the Kiwi saddle pass during winter with snowshoes or skies. We didn’t want to head back down the way we came so we opted bush whacking to Briggs trail. It just wouldn’t be right if I went on a backpacking trip and didn’t get lost or something go wrong.
Hahaha “Go east, we have to go east!” remember that line boys?
O I guess I should also mention that we didn’t have a map scaled for navigation LOL I had brought a large scale map and wrongly assumed that since the wirey haired girl had planned this tramp that she would have a map for navigating. O well it all adds to the fun aye! And I guess under full disclosure we wouldn’t have needed another map if we had stayed to the Wangapeka track instead of taking the more fun and adventurous Robinator option.
So the next morning we went up and down god knows how many times all the while fighting thick bush, forest, lawyer vines, cliffs for 12 hours. Around 9pm we figured we should plan on spending a night out. I found a semi flat area and built a lean-to while she gathered moss and ferns. Panic started to set in at first and then survival mode kicked in and it was on! Logs and limbs were collected for the structure and roof topped of with a few ferns. I was a nice night so we opted to use most of the ferns for the ground because it was pretty soggy. I was pretty impressed with myself after all this was my first ever lean-to, check it out! We even had some company; we had decided to bed down by a Kaka (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%C4%81k%C4%81)roost and they squawked at us all night; pretty cool aye.
I found the trail the next morning after a few more hours of up and down, in and out. Polly swore she would never go bush whacking again LOL I just want to wait a bit before my next one *)
This day was pretty chill, once we made it back down to the river I went for a swim before crossing again and continues on to Stone Hut. This is where she started to get an attitude…
The next night was good fun w/ a big Moari family on a 12 day tramp for the holiday. One of them is from Welly and we’re planning on hooking up for a ride at Karapoti (one of the toughest XC MTB races in NZ).
Polly started to cop and attitude and it was all down hill for the next couple days…
On our way out we met a lady named Mary who had broken her wrist the night before coming from the West Coast. Se was so lucky, turns out the hut she finally made it to after her fall had another tramper that used to be a nurse and is now a outdoor survival instructor. He ended up splinting her arm w/ cardboard, some bandages and tape. It was impressive! So Polly went ahead to call for our ride and I helped Mary.
It was actually better since I was sore and not really into pushing it. That was the best 5 hours of conversation in 5 days! Hey B, she was a sailor and has sailed nearly all the way around the world…
After we got out Polly and I decided to part ways. New Years at the Canaan Downs Festival was so so, there were some cool parts like dancing half naked around a bonfire and beating on some drums in the drum circle.
Danced a bunch and then slept through the happy new year bit. And then was back out dancing around 2am. I had gone back to the tent for some food and just thought about taking a short nap around 10pm and it was 1am by the time I got up…
I hitched back to Picton on the 1st and was on the ferry on the 2nd after a hike out on the snout.
Next story is sailing in the Bay of Islands!
I think all of my adventures up to now have been fun and left me feeling happy that I did whatever here in New Zealand. This was my first without family or friends and second holiday season with out a partner, whoa is rob aye. It makes it so much harder when you do have someone you love and can’t be with them, not a good feeling. To top it off my plans were to spend xmas and new year with a sudo friend that turned out to annoy the shit out of me and I couldn’t stand listening to her stories… In hindsight I should have dropped the couple grand on a plan ticket home and been with Mom, AQ & the rest of the boys…LAME!
All pics can be seen here.
I know all of you have missed my bitching and whinny stories so let me try and lighten the mood because it wasn’t ENTIRELY shit. After all I did hitch, tramp, dance, and beat on drums.It all started on xmas day. I was up early and on the ferry to the south island then on a bus to Nelson to meet up with Polly (AKA treehug’n, knowitall, fake accent tote’n X Oreganite). Harsh I know but damn… We got a ride to Khurangi national forest where were started walking the Wangapeka track, sorta. It began with a river crossing, my first. River crossing here sound like a big deal and there is no shortage of people telling you to be careful and yada yada yada. Turns out they kill at least a few trampers every year. I’m now convinced of how dangerous these things are and could be with just a little bit of rainfall in the last day or fresh runoff. We looked for a calm and shallow area and crossed with locked arms. The current got strong in the middle, mixed with a few boulders Rob was on his way for a drink. Thankfully I had these kick ass walking sticks given to me by an uber tramper from Ireland. THANK YOU CONNOR!!!
With our feet dry we were off for a 9 hour climb. The plan was to take the route over Kiwi Saddle on day one and stay in the hut. NOT. We made it to John Reed Hut where Chummes ended and the route began. It wasn’t posted, there wasn’t a trail and we were scrambling up and down the mountain side on unstable footing made up of brush and tussocks. After about an hour from the hut we had covered maybe 1k of the 8 needed to make it to our planned destination. Hmm I’ve heard stories of people caught out in the NZ mountains… Spending the night on the side of this mountain wasn’t on my list of things to do. Turns our I was just saving that for night #2. Making it to Kiwi hut just wasn’t going to happen so we returned to John Reed for a nice night with a hut to ourselves.
After reading the hut log everyone that had come here either retuned the way they came or did the Kiwi saddle pass during winter with snowshoes or skies. We didn’t want to head back down the way we came so we opted bush whacking to Briggs trail. It just wouldn’t be right if I went on a backpacking trip and didn’t get lost or something go wrong.
Hahaha “Go east, we have to go east!” remember that line boys?
O I guess I should also mention that we didn’t have a map scaled for navigation LOL I had brought a large scale map and wrongly assumed that since the wirey haired girl had planned this tramp that she would have a map for navigating. O well it all adds to the fun aye! And I guess under full disclosure we wouldn’t have needed another map if we had stayed to the Wangapeka track instead of taking the more fun and adventurous Robinator option. So the next morning we went up and down god knows how many times all the while fighting thick bush, forest, lawyer vines, cliffs for 12 hours. Around 9pm we figured we should plan on spending a night out. I found a semi flat area and built a lean-to while she gathered moss and ferns. Panic started to set in at first and then survival mode kicked in and it was on! Logs and limbs were collected for the structure and roof topped of with a few ferns. I was a nice night so we opted to use most of the ferns for the ground because it was pretty soggy. I was pretty impressed with myself after all this was my first ever lean-to, check it out! We even had some company; we had decided to bed down by a Kaka (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%C4%81k%C4%81)roost and they squawked at us all night; pretty cool aye.
I found the trail the next morning after a few more hours of up and down, in and out. Polly swore she would never go bush whacking again LOL I just want to wait a bit before my next one *)
This day was pretty chill, once we made it back down to the river I went for a swim before crossing again and continues on to Stone Hut. This is where she started to get an attitude…
The next night was good fun w/ a big Moari family on a 12 day tramp for the holiday. One of them is from Welly and we’re planning on hooking up for a ride at Karapoti (one of the toughest XC MTB races in NZ).
Polly started to cop and attitude and it was all down hill for the next couple days…
On our way out we met a lady named Mary who had broken her wrist the night before coming from the West Coast. Se was so lucky, turns out the hut she finally made it to after her fall had another tramper that used to be a nurse and is now a outdoor survival instructor. He ended up splinting her arm w/ cardboard, some bandages and tape. It was impressive! So Polly went ahead to call for our ride and I helped Mary.It was actually better since I was sore and not really into pushing it. That was the best 5 hours of conversation in 5 days! Hey B, she was a sailor and has sailed nearly all the way around the world…
After we got out Polly and I decided to part ways. New Years at the Canaan Downs Festival was so so, there were some cool parts like dancing half naked around a bonfire and beating on some drums in the drum circle.
Danced a bunch and then slept through the happy new year bit. And then was back out dancing around 2am. I had gone back to the tent for some food and just thought about taking a short nap around 10pm and it was 1am by the time I got up…I hitched back to Picton on the 1st and was on the ferry on the 2nd after a hike out on the snout.
Next story is sailing in the Bay of Islands!
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
The Windy Road ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I'm ## years old! For my birthday me and some friends went for a tramping trip to Tongariro. Friday night myself "Fast turn", Connor "The Navigator" and Marek "The Real Navigator" drove to Turangi... the long way so much for my navigator and thankfully the backseat driver, Marek, knew how to get us there via the windy road :D
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We met up with Ali and Shawn in Turangi after heading the wrong direction after getting directions from Shawn to the meeting point a Shell/Burger King. Shawn's family has a bach (pronounced batch: a second home/cabin) between Turangi and Taupo. We brought the beer and had some good conversation. I knew Shawn from Ali's fancy dress party, remember the one where I was a gladiator! Anyway, when we rolled up and met at the BK Shawn said "I remember you, we dove together last weekend." Ahh yes I thought he looked familiar. He was doing his PADI Advanced course while I was doing my wreck specialty. NZ/Wellington is a smaller place than SLC yo!
Shawn was a cool cat and I'm hoping to get out diving w/ him in the next year.We had some not so grand plans of being up and on the road to Mangatepopo Valley around 8am. Finally 10am rolled around and we were on the move :D We all piled into my car and made off for the trail.
The initial climb up to the south crater wasn't so bad but we were sweating for sure. This was nothing though as the climb to Mt Tongariro was steep as.
We had lunch and Ali said good by to Connor, this would be last time they will see each other for a long while, Ali held back but tears were still shed.
Shawn and Ali needed to get heading out because they were only doing the "Crossing," Mangatepopo to Ketetahi, and were not going on the overnighter with the boys. Come on Ali! j/k
We felt like we were being watched and my fingers were numb so we got moving. Conveniently, as we were passing over Tongariro there were ppl sitting on the ground looking like they were enjoying the cold!~ Freaks. Connor wandered over and found out that they were sitting on HOT dirt 8) a thermal vent was calling to my cold bones. Nice and hot on the bunz and fingers. We were on a pretty steep hill and I was a bit worried w/ Marek moving out over the edge but all was good. After warming up the race to the bottom was on! Many many great view and some fun making another Sweet As sign but M needed to add an d an extra 'S' ;0
We covered many k's in 7 hours and by the time we made it to Waihohonu Hut I was spent! I had hurt both feet somehow and but I only cry'd a little. Dinner was made and we had some great views of the sun going down behind some clouds and Mount Ruapehu (Roo a pay hoo).
The hut was fantastic, gas stoves, a heater, lights and candles. There was a ranger in charge of the hut and took a couple of us out to set the possum traps. We were going to have possum for breakfast but we didnt' end up catching anything :(
That night we met a couple cool chic's from North Carolina and a uber tramper from Holland. We ended up drinking JD and Vodka while playing Gin hehehe.
We had another late start not getting out until 10 again. We caught the girls about mid day and ended up hiking the rest of the afternoon with them since they were going to take Connor with them and drop him in Taupo. These two goddesses ended up taking all three of us back to my car so we didn't have to take/pay and wait for a shuttle. Huge thanks!I didn't shed a tear for Connor but I will miss the kid! Connor at 22 years old, has experienced so much and traveled shit loads more than I. Keep it up and I hope to tramps another path with you again.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Entertaining the Queen Day's 3-5
Check out pictures here.
Day 3: I hear a sure fire way to end a relationship is to do something in tandem...
We didn't have that problem at all; Jen paddled my ass around while I did some fishing. I could have done with out the comment here and there about sore shoulders and arms and I think I did well holding back the urge to give her some real pain to whine about...
Being of the hunter gatherer gender I felt it more important to make sure my tribe had sustenance. Not 5 minutes after dropping line I had my first real action. Reeling the bad boy in was a bit more work and extremely disappointing because I had to throw it back. The 7 foot Mako that I had in my hands was 6 inches to small. I should have just kept it anyway but Jen was all over me for even considering it... Damn goody goodies. O and thanks a lot Jen for not having the camera ready, GOSH now no one is going to believe me!
Dinner turned out to be a bit less exciting, Coweye, what the locals consider crap/carp. We on the other hand liked it; a nice white, non fishy tasting morsel that accompanied our pasta and veggies nicely. I'm thinking the shark may have been better...
This is the sunset from our first night camping, pictures never really capture everything. When is someone going to create a picture that contains feelings, smells, a breeze...? Now that would be the shit!
Day 4: The Tide 101
O man there was nothing getting us out of the tent. It was almost noon before we got to moving our asses. As it turns out this wasn't such a great idea. Don't get me wrong if I had it my way we'd have spent 17 more days in there :)... By the time we started moving the weather sun that was so brightly shinning all morning was replaced by dark gray/grey clouds and the tide was out. Not so bad you would think except for the fact that nearly the entire head of the sound had receded some 200 meters. We meaning I had to drag the kayak while Jen hooted about her jandle breaking under the mud; 8+ years is a good life for a flip flop! The weather the rest of the day wasn't very nice, rain and wind until we finally landed at our camp spot. We ended up covering a good distance 10+km all the while I was singing me song.
Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho,
thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.
The king and his men
stole the queen from her bed
and bound her in her Bones.
The seas be ours
and by the powers
where we will we'll roam.
Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never say we die.
Some men have died
and some are alive
and others sail on the sea
– with the keys to the cage...
and the Devil to pay
we lay to Fiddler's Green!
The bell has been raised
from it's watery grave...
Do you hear it's sepulchral tone?
We are a call to all,
pay head the squall
and turn your sail toward home!
Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never say we die.
We're sure glad that we continued on to the further camping area. It was just us and another Weka. I took some more time to drop a line but didn't have any luck and we were ready to call it a day. It's pretty hard fighting whitecaps all day. Whitecaps, for those of you not in the know, are waves that break and have a white foam top as the water falls ahead of the wave :P You know that ones that surfers are always trying to ride...
Another pasta dinner with veggies and some tuna that Jen brought from the states. She didn't think she was going to be able to eat so she brought her staples from home: wheat tortillas, tuna packets, turkey, scroggin (gorp/trailmix), energy bars... It probably didn't help that I told her she was going to starve. I was pleasantly surprised by her ability to eat a wide variety of foods. Most chicks I've dated are picky.
Even with it not being a superb day I couldn't have asked for better company in a better place.
Yarrrrrrrrr
Day 3: I hear a sure fire way to end a relationship is to do something in tandem...We didn't have that problem at all; Jen paddled my ass around while I did some fishing. I could have done with out the comment here and there about sore shoulders and arms and I think I did well holding back the urge to give her some real pain to whine about...
Being of the hunter gatherer gender I felt it more important to make sure my tribe had sustenance. Not 5 minutes after dropping line I had my first real action. Reeling the bad boy in was a bit more work and extremely disappointing because I had to throw it back. The 7 foot Mako that I had in my hands was 6 inches to small. I should have just kept it anyway but Jen was all over me for even considering it... Damn goody goodies. O and thanks a lot Jen for not having the camera ready, GOSH now no one is going to believe me!
Dinner turned out to be a bit less exciting, Coweye, what the locals consider crap/carp. We on the other hand liked it; a nice white, non fishy tasting morsel that accompanied our pasta and veggies nicely. I'm thinking the shark may have been better...This is the sunset from our first night camping, pictures never really capture everything. When is someone going to create a picture that contains feelings, smells, a breeze...? Now that would be the shit!
Day 4: The Tide 101
O man there was nothing getting us out of the tent. It was almost noon before we got to moving our asses. As it turns out this wasn't such a great idea. Don't get me wrong if I had it my way we'd have spent 17 more days in there :)... By the time we started moving the weather sun that was so brightly shinning all morning was replaced by dark gray/grey clouds and the tide was out. Not so bad you would think except for the fact that nearly the entire head of the sound had receded some 200 meters. We meaning I had to drag the kayak while Jen hooted about her jandle breaking under the mud; 8+ years is a good life for a flip flop! The weather the rest of the day wasn't very nice, rain and wind until we finally landed at our camp spot. We ended up covering a good distance 10+km all the while I was singing me song.
Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho,
thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.
The king and his men
stole the queen from her bed
and bound her in her Bones.
The seas be ours
and by the powers
where we will we'll roam.
Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never say we die.
Some men have died
and some are alive
and others sail on the sea
– with the keys to the cage...
and the Devil to pay
we lay to Fiddler's Green!
The bell has been raised
from it's watery grave...
Do you hear it's sepulchral tone?
We are a call to all,
pay head the squall
and turn your sail toward home!
Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never say we die.
We're sure glad that we continued on to the further camping area. It was just us and another Weka. I took some more time to drop a line but didn't have any luck and we were ready to call it a day. It's pretty hard fighting whitecaps all day. Whitecaps, for those of you not in the know, are waves that break and have a white foam top as the water falls ahead of the wave :P You know that ones that surfers are always trying to ride...
Another pasta dinner with veggies and some tuna that Jen brought from the states. She didn't think she was going to be able to eat so she brought her staples from home: wheat tortillas, tuna packets, turkey, scroggin (gorp/trailmix), energy bars... It probably didn't help that I told her she was going to starve. I was pleasantly surprised by her ability to eat a wide variety of foods. Most chicks I've dated are picky.
Even with it not being a superb day I couldn't have asked for better company in a better place.
Yarrrrrrrrr
The Amazon Queen in New Zealand Day 1-2
The Queen has finally come to New Zealand! Look out it's not the motherlands Queen but one from the Amazon. The Maori's may have a fight on their hands...Jen Danker AKA The Amazon Queen came to visit me in Aotearoa for three weeks and I've got a full on road trip planned.
Day 1: Kisses Galore!
The ferry ride to Picton was fantastic clear skies and the sun came out in fashion. We took a picnic dinner and watched the sounds roll by as the sun was setting. The lovely weather didn’t last into the evening. I could barely see with the wipers full on as we drove around looking for our backpacker, the Jugglers Rest.
I finally found it along w/ the ditch next to the drive way.
As you can see we’ve picked up our first bit of dirt and grass. I was sure that AQ would out do me but she kept the car on the paved and dirt roads, damn!Day 2: Bloody hell!
We were off pretty early and that’s when I found out that my pack’s hipbelt had not come w/ me to NZ… Bloody HELL! It’s a good thing Jen didn’t opt for any tramps! We got set up with our rental bikes and jumped the water Taxi to Ship Cove, the start of the Queen Charlotte track. We were fortunate to have some dusky dolphins playing in the area so Jen got her first NZ wildlife sighting. We landed 3000 pictures later…
We hung around and took some more pictures and walked over to a small waterfall for even more …. Yep you guessed it, PICTURES! Just shortly after getting on our way in the saddle we were out and hoofing it up some pretty steep terrain. I’m SURE I would have made it if I had my own bike ;) We took our lunch break and had P&J bagel’s. Mmm P&J! We were constantly being harassed by this Weka and her chick. It was trying to burgle the rest of our sandwiches in a baggy situated between us; the nerve of some birds!
The next section of trail was some nice wide downhill. Hey Jen, what does Ryan tell you when you’re riding down a hill? She really did great and at a pace that allowed me to ride w/ one hand and video with the other. 8) Not long after midday the hail started in; hail, really, come on! Bloody hell! The ride was still enjoyable until we made it to the last 2k. The day’s journey 26.5km was supposed to take around 5 hours. We were getting pretty tired and I was sure we were only 10min away like 10 times. ;)
As most of my friends can attest, I’m always spot on w/ mileage and time estimates. The last 2km was wet slippery clay with loads of puddles that were not rideable. It was getting late, we were hungry, cold and wanted to relax and I knew if we didn’t get food in AQ the bad gunky would be around soon! That 2km took us another hour for a grand total 7 hours. Bloody h311! Some other bikers passed us a couple hard core riding and the rest in a hustle and one put it best, “I was a wonderful up until now.” After a quick rinse of the bikes we rocked up to the restaurant still in our muddy riding gear. After some back and forth deciding to cleanup first or get our grub on we settled on eating. Even though we were seriously under dressed no one gave us more than a double take on our way to the corner table with a view. :D We finally made it to the room and our gear was there waiting, a long hot shower hit the proverbial spot.I don't think I can express how happy I was to have more time to spend with Jen. When I left the US I figured that I'd not be with my AQ again in a situation where we would "be" together. The wait was well worth it! Enough of the heart felt crap, robel robel out
Saturday, November 29, 2008
For names sake
Well it was bound to happen one day, I have had my first Krumping experience. Man it was wild; crazy faces and arms flying everywhere. Pretty cool aye! So before you'll start thinking oo he's sick I can't believe rob would do such a thing... I said Krumpting not crumping, GOSH! I am so upset that I didn't have my camera, I had just taken it out after returning from the beach :(
Wandering up on this was just good luck, I was having some drinks my friend Lisa and walking her to the concert she had tickets when we saw a large group of Mauri kids all grouped together. Lisa headed off to her show and I had time to burn... so I went to check it out and it looked to me like a break battle but these kids sucked at breaking! I thought huh well maybe the kids on this side of the world don't have skillz? I asked one of the youngsters, prob 17, what was up and what they were doing. He informed me of the style of Krumping, it's heritage from Cali, and that this was a battle of two crews for a name. Crew A had given a new name to one of it's members, Killa. Said crew wasn't aware of crew B which already had a Killa so they were there to battle for the right to keep the name. The battle included Killa, Twin Killa, Twin, and some other crony... Anyway, I wasted a good hour watching these guys throw down. This style of dance fits really well w/ the Mauri culture since it allowed the kids to kinda dance like their tribal ancestors and make faces like them when they do their cultural performances.
Both crews were having a good time, in good spirits and not at all menacing which to me was sweet as
Check it out here on youtube
Cold Killa out
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Labour day in Kaikoura
Weekend of October 25th, 2008. All ImagesMan lets hope I can remember how all the great parts of this weekend that occurred over a month ago. First I would like to apologize to the girls for not getting this up sooner and for missing a write up about our last vacation, this one’s for my lesbian’s friends.
Thank you for inviting me share your last weekend/holiday in New Zealand. Bonnie and Clair have been in NZ for many months are now GTFO. Marek and I set out from Wellington while Matt jumped a plane from Auckland. Jenny had just arrived from the UK the day before and was seriously jet lagged when we met.
As we rolled into town the rest of the gang had just purchased a load of groceries and were on their way to make lunch. Me, always being the nice guy, pulled over and offered to take their goods to the backpacker. The poor starving fools would come to find out some 30 minutes later that their lunch had been hijacked and was not coming back anytime soon. I promise we didn’t know we had their lunch…. ;)
We spent that evening walking and playing on the beach. Is it still a beach if there isn’t any sand? It shouldn’t be if you ask me but hey, words are just words. This “beach” was just a load of fist size and larger rocks. It made a really cool sound as the tide came in and out, check it out here. Matt kept us entertained by trying to hit a seagull. We got his focus changed for a couple minutes trying to hit a stick out in the water. A boy can so easily be distracted, oo shiny! I found some fennel growing just up from the beach so I took a load back to broil up, mmm. I don’t think anyone else was impressed but hey, I didn’t have the make or break parmesan.
Saturday we went out for a walk on the Peninsula(map), six would start four would finish. You get pretty hungry on these long walks and the weak never seem to make it home 8)
The wind and ever threatening rain wasn’t so nice for Jen and Clair so they headed back the way we came, too bad for them because the sun came our and the wind wasn’t so bad on the “beach.”
Turns out that Marek and I wandered into a seagull nesting ground; the sign was on the trail and we were walking the “beach.” Anyway we were snapping off some pics of flying and nesting gulls and some seals out playing when we notice some guy waving at us. As we wandered back that way this guy was asking if we knew how to read, to which I said no speak English ;) na but I really wish I had. This guy was pretty pissed that we missed the sign… O Bonnie everyone/thing gets stressed it’s just part of life. ;) The tide was in and we were unsure if we could make it around the rocks. After some tricky jumps from rock to rock and tide surge timing we were able to make it to the final dangerous crossing. A big lazy seal was napping right where we had to pass, no more than 2 feet from biting our ankles off! We made it but Bonnie almost got us all killed. Being the only girl with us she would have to be the one to step on the only stick in the area making a loud sound to stir the beast. It had probably just finish off eating the last tourist that passed by and was too full and tired to move so we make it back w/o spilt blood. I’d have to say, I sure would like to know what seal tastes like.
Little did we know this was only a taste of our adventures to come. I had found a waterfall hike, 10 min return, about 30km out of town that morning and now being back in the car full of energy Matt suggested we check out the falls. On the drive we passed the seal colony and Matt said, “I wonder if the seals ever swim up all the river and streams in the area?” As we arrived at the falls, Matt first noticed a couple pup seals swimming and playing under the falls.
Guess that answers that question! I love it when things like that happen.
It was pretty damn cool being so close, we hung out for a long while watching them and they eventually were quizzical enough to come up. Matt and Bonnie used some flax to splash up the water. They liked it and came over to investigate and ended up playing for a good five minutes. Cute little buggers with their sleek bodies, long whiskers and big round eyes. There were five pups and not adults to be seen. Three were playing in the water, one sleeping on a rock and wouldn’t couldn’t be bothered and another somewhere in the bush that Bonnie and Matt sought out.
Topping this night off was a nice spa soak, drinks by the fire, food hunt in the rain which turned out to be expensive gourmet pizza that was so delish!
We had booked a whale watch for yesterday but because of the weather and waves it was postponed to today and what a beautiful day it turned out to be! Clear skies, albatross, dolphins and one whale made the $130 trip worth while, well maybe but I need to convince myself so ya it was great!
Unfortunately Marek and I had to hurry back to catch the ferry so the weekend had to come to an end :’( Number and hugs were exchanged with full expectations of seeing these great people again in the future.
Good luck on the rest of your trip Clair. Bonnie, back to work for you and I hope you get “sorted.” I’ll come and visit both of you in the next year or two max.
Matt lets make some SCUBA plans and Jenny try to remember what it is you came to NZ for or where you put your shoes for that matter.
Speaking of shoes, huge props go out to Matt for shipping returning to the backpacker to get my Chaco sandles and shipping them to me! I owe ya...
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Sunday, October 19, 2008
Day Trip with Marek and my new rig!
So here she is my NZ girl, what shall I name her? I bought this 1996 Subaru Legacy Grand Wagon AKA Outback. I was told she is green, right? ;) She treated us very well today easily cruising up over a few big hills and taking the winding corners w/o a squeal. Not so great on petrol consumption 11L/100Km. Marek said it best, "Dis is not so good." Marek is a partner in crime here in NZ. He has relocated here from Czech and will be staying until his visa is up next Nov. He's a good guy and hard to understand sometimes but we manage pretty good.So I ask Marek to head out on this road trip with me to the beach. I was having a look see at the map a couple days before and picked out this place. When I told Marek he said he had been there a few times already and loved it. These are his pics.
This here is the scene when we first roll up. I'm already in love. NZ has such character. "Home of lost soles." How suiting, there are so many soles and souls here from all around the world. I have met many people that have come to this country to escape what is the rat race most of us live on the daily... I'm one of them and loving it but home will probably always be the SLC for me.
These next two pictures show where we are heading and coming back down. To the left of us you can see the hill in the background that we are about to climb. The climb looks like more work than it actually was, we made it up and down in about an hour with a sandwich break and watching the waves on the other side.
To the left is my favorite picture of the day. I took some time with this one, I hope it captures you as the scene did me. Click here to see the rest of the album from this trip.
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Thursday, October 16, 2008
Yum
For the poor around the world fret not for no matter what corner of the globe you find your self there is cheap noodles not so far away. Check this college boy meal out, my first taste of cheap noodles here. These bad boys are even selling me on the "Simple Goodness" and "No artificial colours or flavors" Sweet as! This is where you ask, now why would this well to do computer programmer be eating such rubbish. To which I would respond: Fuck'n hell, no matter what salary you make here it's just not enough ;) In all reality I was just way too preoccupied this week to make it to the store: reporting stolen road bike, buying a car, working a shitload to cover for holiday when Jen comes out, planning a road trip, riding, and buying some previously owned books. More to come on each of these topics…
I've got to remember to buy some replacement noodles for my flat mates, shhhh I took these w/o asking. Well I really couldn't have asked anyone anyway because I've been left alone, again... So I've been in the flat now, maybe 3 months? In that time I have seen one flat mate, lets call him Michael Burns, twice and spoke to him once. My other flat mate, AKA Tom Smith (go figure I'd find the only Smith in NZ!), travels for work and has been here a total of maybe 3-4 weeks. This makes for a lonely flat :( I like my place very much but damn someone to say hi to at the end of the day would be nice. Maybe I'll order me one of them mail order girls from Russia. I’m good, some more messages from ya’ll would be great HINT HINT.
I’ve got send props out to Momz, there is no way I would be able to be here and keep all my shit together back in Utah. Love you mom!
Bike, ug well she’s gone and I miss her! This last weekend my road bike was taken from outside a friends flat, seriously people! Nope the bike goes have still not forgotten me :( I filed a claim today and got a replacement quote for around $5,999 NZD. I have a $250 excess (deductible) and they are going to depreciate the bike. Since it is a 2002 frame and I put all new components on it in 07 and 08 they had better not screw me. I've put some watches on TradeMeand put the word out to a few bike shops. I figure I'll go check out the police station for seized bikes every couple weeks for a bit. Car, a 1996 Subaru Grand Wagon AKA Outback. It has 145,000km on the odometer pretty good for that year right? It seems to run good but I’ve not really driven it. I bought it yesterday and it’s been parked since LOL perhaps I’ll use it this weekend. I’m hoping to do a bit of a road trip maybe 100-300km to see how it goes. They don’t clean their cars much around these parts. Every vehicle I saw hadn’t been vacuumed in what seemed to be a year. Even after buying this car they did not clean it, Gosh! I’ll be making this baby mine if it survives the weekend. Wish us luck.
Holy hell I can't keep blathering on like this all night; that reminds me of a certain girl friend of mine. If you want know the rest you'll just have to email me or wait for me to get bored again.
Cheerio's mate
Saturday, October 11, 2008
The Big Dog
Today at the coffee shop I was out having a mochachino and this guy comes with his little black dog and sits next to me... Instantly my thoughts go to Driz, I miss that guy so much. I have reminders of hime just about every day picking out a piece of his hair from my cloths or finding a scrap in a book that I've had a while.
Mom huge thanks for taking care of the boy and if any of my friends out there have a chance pick him up for a hike or walk. I'm sure mom would appreciate the break and Driz would love the additional socialization.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Always look on the bright side of life (whistle)
I passed I f’n passed! I got 805/1000 where 700 is passing. As many of you know I’ve been studying for a Microsoft exam… if not then read my blog more often… GOSH! I might try to continue the cert path but can’t imagine my next test would be within a year… Time to play.
I’m watching a classic tonight, can you guess the show w/ these names:
Bigus Dikus
Naughtius Maximus
Incontinentia Buttus
Always look on the bight side of death, life’s a piece of shit when you look at it…
Robel Robel
I’m watching a classic tonight, can you guess the show w/ these names:
Bigus Dikus
Naughtius Maximus
Incontinentia Buttus
Always look on the bight side of death, life’s a piece of shit when you look at it…
Robel Robel
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Biking gives me such a high!
And the beatings continue! Hey BW, you would have enjoyed watching this crash. Yet another dumb rob move. So we're coming down this hill on Mount Victoria, AKA Mt. Vic, pretty fast and of course it's been raining. Well at the bottom of this hill is a right turn going up on some asphalt... need I say more? So here I am doing about mach 1 w/ mud on my tires, which I'm very aware, there's asphalt which is wet of which I'm also aware. Putting all this data together when my brain has been racked over the last month just wasn't happening. So there I go front tire looses traction my ankle hits first then my knee, shoulder and finally a loud crack which was thankfully my helmet and not my skull. OK well that was a fun show for all the new MTB riders I've met today. If they ride w/ me some more they'll be seeing much more of that. I'm an idiot most days...
I'd been pretty bummed about not having some close tracks to my flat until now. I rode this area when I first got here but was just kinda winging it. The trails I took sucked and of course it was raining a lot harder hen and everything was slippery. Todays ride was a preride for next weeks race which I'm not going to make because I'm heading off to Tongariro w/ some friends should be sweet as! Tongariro Crossing
Wow aren't you lucky, two postings in two days!
Now for some more brain food and study :D
robel robel
I will have a life here…
I can see the light! As some of you already know from my insechit whining I have been studying for about a month. My company has requested that I start a Microsoft certification path. Why you ask, well because they are a “Gold” partner and that means two things. One, they get referrals from MS when a company contacts MS asking if there is a company they recommend that can do (what we do) and two, they get all the Microsoft software for free while we maintain the “Gold” status saving them bookoo bux! To be a “Gold” member a percentage of all developers have to be certified and when I hired on they were falling short this year so I agreed to help out. WTF was I thinking? I am in a new country working on starting a new life and here I have been studying nearly every day for the last couple weeks… To top it off my test is Monday and I have not been able to pass one of the practice exams. The stress is building! This is the first of potentially 5 exams to make it to the Enterprise Architect title. That’s not happening any year soon! Regardless, I am learning a shitload and at the same time most of it is getting used in my daily job, I’m crazy stoked that I’m not spending time learning something that never gets used. 
To accomplish this feat of strength I need an office so I bought a table and took up a corner of the living room. I also need brain food so a shit load of ice cream has been consumed. This Ice cream contains Hokie Pokie’s which are tasty little chocolate covered honeycomb pieces. 
I’ll bet you’ve had enough of that droll.
I went through some serious down times the last couple months missing many of you and the big dog! I think a lot of that had to do with this exam and shit weather every time I get some free time. Well things are perking up, I see the end to this test, it’s starting to warm up and my good friend Jen will be visiting in four weeks! Jen, I hope your as excited as I am. On top of that many of the things that I want to do require a car; this crux too will be mended in the next couple weeks. I’m not going to be able to get anything that would even compare to the Element; damn you Kate for taking him away from me.
Some of the things a Car will do for me, transport to some of the great MTB parks and trails that are just a pain to ride to ride to. Scuba and gear transport. And tramping weekends!
Come next week I’m also going to try and get on a sailing crew fro some races here in the harbor and at sea. BW has been riding me about this so I can help out on our outing in January in Auckland. I have to admit it seems like a NZ thing to do since around every corner is another bay w/ valet boat parking ;)
One more thing, I came across this American band called Animal Collective an alternative strange band but really fun to listen to and I think you should have a listen. If you want to sample let me know and I'll hook you up.
OK off for some drinks on the town before I ride and study some more tomorrow.
Robel out
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Damn almost a month since my last confession! Father forgive....
My apologies to many friends and family for not keeping in touch! I've been gone 9 weeks now, have you even noticed? I'm in a new country starting a new life give me a break! 8) Seriously though, I miss you all very much and hope that you will come visit.
I've been keeping pretty busy, so much for a slowing of my life. Raise of hand if you didn't believe me when I tried to sell you on the fact that I was going to chill out?
SCUBA: Only dove once since arriving and it was crap, 3 meter vis, extremely cold and a short dive to boot. However, that didn't dissuade me one bit. Over two months have gone by since I signed up for my Wreck dive specialty course and I've only a manual to show for it. Three times we have had the course scheduled, one tomorrow, and have all been canceled due to weather or wind. WTF mother nature, I've got plans, get w/ my program...
New Friends: I've met a few and lost a few, namely Marek a guy from Czech, Connor from Ireland (left today for a 1000k tramp from Invecargo to Abel!), Ali and a few others. I've not penetrated the biking scene but am looking to do so in the morning. I'm heading out on a 5 hour road ride w/ a few guys from the local bike shop, thanks for the invite Brett.
On that note Biking: (Photos)
Bryon Wright (x utahn) and I rode in the 12 Hours of Taupo MTB race last weekend. It was a race but we didn't take it too seriously. We both did 11 laps which came to about 90km in the 12 hours with a couple long breaks and a life saving thermal stream soak at about the 6 hour mark. I can thank Voltarin, our kick butt alt to IBU, for keeping me happy and pedaling. Me and BW (pronounced BeeDub) will also be participating in the Alpine Epic come next year. When our boys Ryan and Derryl come out in March we'll race the AY UP Lights 24 a 24 hour MTB race in Rotorua. fyi, Ryan is a new daddy and the same guy that got his ass handed to him riding up LCC by a girl! giggle love ya Jen.
I'll probably put together a team in May for Moonride, yet another 24 hour race in Rotorua. In case you haven't caught on, Rotorua is the MTB mecca of NZ. Riderotorua.com It's time I make another trip up there... Here in Wellington there is a village called Makara that has a full on MTB XC and FR park. It's pretty rad but getting to it right now w/o a car is a pain since I'm spent by the time I make the hour plus road ride. I have met a few guys that go night riding once a week to Makara and now that my shipment has arrived with my lights, I will be joining them. It doesn't hurt that the weather is also starting to pick up.
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Wellington AKA Windington and Rainington: man the rain and wind have been in full effect since I have arrived. ahhh enough about the weather, I don't even notice it any more, NOT. But on a nice day it's absolutely great!
Health: I've been battling a nasty head cold and serious chest congestion for the past 3 weeks or so. It's getting better now (fingers crossed). I'm not sure if this is the same cough that I thought I was over that I had had for over a year. Anywho, I'm feeling better and staying active. My company subsidized a gym membership so I've started to swim which kicks my ass! I feel so weak only being able to swim 120 meters w/o stopping and then having to stop every 60 or so after that... so much for being a bad ass at everything I do ;) My goal with that is to do a duathalon in the next year. I got the idea from my girl Jen and her triathalon training, what a monster that girl is.
And until my next confession, party on.
I've been keeping pretty busy, so much for a slowing of my life. Raise of hand if you didn't believe me when I tried to sell you on the fact that I was going to chill out?
SCUBA: Only dove once since arriving and it was crap, 3 meter vis, extremely cold and a short dive to boot. However, that didn't dissuade me one bit. Over two months have gone by since I signed up for my Wreck dive specialty course and I've only a manual to show for it. Three times we have had the course scheduled, one tomorrow, and have all been canceled due to weather or wind. WTF mother nature, I've got plans, get w/ my program...
New Friends: I've met a few and lost a few, namely Marek a guy from Czech, Connor from Ireland (left today for a 1000k tramp from Invecargo to Abel!), Ali and a few others. I've not penetrated the biking scene but am looking to do so in the morning. I'm heading out on a 5 hour road ride w/ a few guys from the local bike shop, thanks for the invite Brett.
On that note Biking: (Photos)
Bryon Wright (x utahn) and I rode in the 12 Hours of Taupo MTB race last weekend. It was a race but we didn't take it too seriously. We both did 11 laps which came to about 90km in the 12 hours with a couple long breaks and a life saving thermal stream soak at about the 6 hour mark. I can thank Voltarin, our kick butt alt to IBU, for keeping me happy and pedaling. Me and BW (pronounced BeeDub) will also be participating in the Alpine Epic come next year. When our boys Ryan and Derryl come out in March we'll race the AY UP Lights 24 a 24 hour MTB race in Rotorua. fyi, Ryan is a new daddy and the same guy that got his ass handed to him riding up LCC by a girl! giggle love ya Jen.
I'll probably put together a team in May for Moonride, yet another 24 hour race in Rotorua. In case you haven't caught on, Rotorua is the MTB mecca of NZ. Riderotorua.com It's time I make another trip up there... Here in Wellington there is a village called Makara that has a full on MTB XC and FR park. It's pretty rad but getting to it right now w/o a car is a pain since I'm spent by the time I make the hour plus road ride. I have met a few guys that go night riding once a week to Makara and now that my shipment has arrived with my lights, I will be joining them. It doesn't hurt that the weather is also starting to pick up.
Click image to see larger view:
Wellington AKA Windington and Rainington: man the rain and wind have been in full effect since I have arrived. ahhh enough about the weather, I don't even notice it any more, NOT. But on a nice day it's absolutely great!
Health: I've been battling a nasty head cold and serious chest congestion for the past 3 weeks or so. It's getting better now (fingers crossed). I'm not sure if this is the same cough that I thought I was over that I had had for over a year. Anywho, I'm feeling better and staying active. My company subsidized a gym membership so I've started to swim which kicks my ass! I feel so weak only being able to swim 120 meters w/o stopping and then having to stop every 60 or so after that... so much for being a bad ass at everything I do ;) My goal with that is to do a duathalon in the next year. I got the idea from my girl Jen and her triathalon training, what a monster that girl is.
And until my next confession, party on.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Costume Party at Ali's New Flat
Ali's flat warming party was last night (Pictures Here); the costumes had to be made out of newspaper, bags or cardboard. I went a bit overboard w/ my outfit but hey why not. It took me about 5 hours to put it together. Me being new to NZ I had nothing necessary to complete the job so I was off to the hardware store for some paint and utility knife, the second hand store for a teeshirt and dress, and finally the dollar store for some fake diamonds and string. I wanted to be a gladiator so I went to the all knowing Google for some help finding out what one looks like. I came across this site called Instructables (http://www.instructables.com). Pretty damn cool place to find instructions for making a lot of things, not just costumes.
I used the instructions for the belt and the rest was all me. A sword from cardboard with a couple diamonds glued on the pommel. A shoulder plate for off hand defense in case another warrior dared to show or step up :D. Wrist bands from the cut up dress and an old gray shirt cut down the front w/ some ties holding it closed. I also made a head band w/ another diamond in the center but paint got on the inside and when I put it on I would get a black ring around my head so I didn't use this piece. I am pleased with the overall outcome! What do you think?Getting to the party was a bit more... how do you say... challenging. I met Marek at the bus stop and we had to hang out for about 15 minutes. Needless to say most people driving by looked over to stare or made comments. Dressed up like this in your own house or at a party is one thing, going out in public is another. I kept a smile on and thought to myself how proud I am of being able to grin at all those jealous people that don't have costume making SKILLZ!
Sitting on the bus proved to be another challenge, the slats don't bend; this means I'm going to be standing all nigh too, doh!
The party was great fun. So much drinking, laughing and dancing made for a long night that felt entirely too short. I met most of these people while staying at the Worldwide Backpackers here in Welly. I am extremely pleased to have met these great people the of whom I now consider friends: Marek, Connor and Ali. Not to say that the rest of the people are any less nice or friendly, you know what I mean. My costume was a hit and if I may say so won the Gold! Ali mentioned multiple times that she had wished that she had some prize to give, no worries Ali!
Today I didn't get out of bed until 3pm and still fighting to think clearly. I can thank my friend Marek for getting my ass home and paying for the taxi.
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Wednesday, August 6, 2008
The Robinator
So I met some friends while staying @ the backpacker that invited me to play a game called squash. I've heard of the game but didn't know anything about it. So if you're like me let me now learn you. Think racket ball w/ a ball the size of a foosball but rubber, a tennis racket that is slightly narrower and more rules.
I've played a couple games of racketball, OK a few games in one day, but still, I'm pretty athletic and can run around swinging a paddle like some loon. The first game was a total lose, 1-9 against Chris and Irish blok :( Second game, was not much better , I scored three right towards the end; I think the French guy gave me those.
But the third game was all me, this girl Ali, was also new so I was able to crush her w/ sheer strength :) Now that's better!
Feeling better about my game ;) I played another Frenchy, this was a much better match for me, back and forth both of us scoring. On game point 5-8 I turned my ankle, not f'n cool. I haven't done this in a couple year and thought that I was over those days. I called the rest of the game and went out to elevate my foot. Frenchy didn't have another player since Conner was chatting away w/ chris. I was feeling like a puss because I took this guys win away by "faking" and injury; at least that is what I would have thought since I wasn't reeling on the ground in agony. So I sucked it up and went back to finish. I wasn't feeling a sharp shooting pain so I knew it wouldn't be that bad, lets just hope it doesn't happen again. Those damn wood floors just grab your feet some times!
I was feeling good and we went back and forth a few times until it was 8-8 and I make the final score! Booya kasha! With a real win under my belt I was ready to bring the pain to another and I hadn't yet played Conner. Conner is pretty good but I was hot! My serves were just so that it was hard to get a strong return and I was banking like I had all the money in the world! That final game ended 2-9, o ya watch out all you pro squash playaz Bob-o is rock'n the plexyglass...
Now I'm sitting on the couch stuffing chips in my snout, writing to you and icing. Thanks for reading peeps ;)
Remember kids, if you uncle Harry asks you to touch it, pull as hard as you can :D
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Daily Ritual and Coworkers
Every day 3pm is hack time. A group of us head down to the parking garage if it's raining, the location for most days, or outside to the parking lot for some sun and hack! I think they were impressed when my mad skillz; I can thank my brother Scott and friends at senior corner during high school.
Clockwise from 9pm: Dongbo, Wayne, Jamish AKA Jamal, Shane, Raymond and Richard
Clockwise from 9pm: Dongbo, Wayne, Jamish AKA Jamal, Shane, Raymond and Richard
This here is Wayne, my Jedi master. He has been w/ the company the longest and has a great understanding of software, he reminds me a bit of my friend BlaineC w/o the chattiness . He's also a pool shark.
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