We are in our last 2 days of work @ Sealord. had a blast the other day eviscerating fish, ripping their guts out, using our gloved hands up to our wrists, then twisting. Too bad it only lasted half the day, & we were back to the fillets in the factory, which is enough to drive me batty, though I'm getting used to mindless jobs.
We're leaving this weekend to hang out w/ the amazing Cat Shand, whom we met via wwoofing in Marlborough Sounds. she's a great climber, has lead 5-12b's--wish I could do that! we're going to be hanging out in Golden Bay, near Takaka (where our van broke down--ah, the memories!); she said we're going to need heaps of energy b/c she's got plans for us. can't wait!
the energy is low at the moment b/c we spent the night on the beach. It was glorious, comfortable, falling asleep to the sound of waves breaking (good thing we went to bed @ high tide!), though not until 2:30 a.m. I was up by 8, driven nuts by the sand flies trying to attack my face, neck, & whatever other body parts they could reach. So, I ate a bit of everything we had in the van (cheese, peanut butter, chocolate, plums, a carrot, stuff that really didn't go together), then took a jog down the beach.
This jog was definitely not classified as a run--I had a tough time catching an old guy* who was wearing a white singlet** who was probably in his 10th kilometer anyway.
*Don't worry Mom & DAd, this guy was upper 60's, I think, so you're not old yet!
**a singlet is NZ speak for tank top. It just generates such a lip-curling attitude to say singlet instead, bringing to mind the jr. high wrestling team in their embarrassing uniforms. eeek.
after the "jog" I took a dip in the ocean, which counts as both "shower" and "laundry." you wish i were kidding, don't you! (we have showers @ Sealord, don't worry.)
yesterday, saw an interesting old lady in town, w/ white hair, ripped calves, a tan, w/ an old cruiser bike, wearing a hot pink polyester housedress. just thought i'd fill you in on that.
I'm down to my last minute, so i'd best sign off!