Russell Kirkpatrick's Journal
Day 1: Christchurch to Oamaru
27-Jun-2009
Today my youngest brother James and I played our annual golf grudge match. To my surprise James won, helped a little by the 18 shots I gave hom. But he had a glorious period that meant I was consigned to the 2009 dustbin.
After lunch Stuart and I headed off for a three hour drive south to Oamaru. An odd place to stay, but there is a fun little place to watch penguins come ashore and that's what we did. Eventually. After not being served petrol at one service station, despite asking nicely.
Then there was the evening meal. Oh dear! To call it a meal would be a serious abuse of the word. We were told they had a buffet but no menu. Our hearts sank, but bravely we agreed. Mistake! The meat was stringy, the veggies over-sauced, the plum sauce diabolical and the custard, oh dear, looked like reconstituted vomit. Certainly someone must have eaten it. Before it was served.
Accommodation is excellent, andwe are off to the Moeraki boulders tomorrow morning.
Sounds as though you'r ehaving fun, defeats and bad meals aside. What is it about overseas visitors that makes everything in our backyards seem new all of the sudden?