yo! hmm six fresh e-mails from tarn to read. curse this expencive e-mail place.

i’m in greymouth at the momant, not much tot do here, and i can’t be bothered to pay for an activity.the bus journy here was quite plessent. the bus was due in westport to pick me up at 12.45. of course i have a horror of missing buses/trains so i arrive an hour early. after a soul consuming wait the godrotting bus eventualy arrives at 1.30. the river leaps out, he seemed a jolly chap. he gestured at a clip bourd and rasped something at me. hell, i said to myself. this was just what i needed, a hyperactive bus driver with a speech defect. it turned out that i could just make a rough estimation of what he was saying from reading his lips. i’ll see you back here at 2.15, he stated. most plesent. to cool myself down i went and bourt the biggest icecream ever. fantastic! the journey itself was ok. we would stop every now and again to have a rest and at one point he dropped a few of us of at the start of a walk, and after an hours walking picked us up at the end. we lost some people on the walk so we had to drive around looking for them for ages. this made us so late that the driver decided we should visit the beach and watch the sunset. nice! it is funny how hard it is not to look directly at the sun when you look at a sunset. amidst flailing wildly at ravening sandflys, catching sight of the sun and screaming “my eyes! they burn!” and atempting to take photos of the sunset using my sunglasses as a rudamentory lens filter, i had a nifty time. we also stopped at punakaki the pancake rock place. a bit dull really. just a load of rocks and stuff. lost my toothbrush, or someone stole it. the foam bits on my shaving devices seem to have melted into slime, this mixed with soap dribling from my soap tube, has formed a viscouse ooze at the bottem of my toiletry bag. it coats everything. fowl. had to clean it out today. descoved that my toothbrush container smells revolting, running a finger inside i found it had a layer of foulness cakeing the inside. obvisly it is the perfect breeding ground for germs and fungi. nice one mama! ear cotten bud things are usefull by the way! right i’m going into town to develope my pictures.

Aha, well is it not written that “It is the early bird that catches the worm, but it is the second mouse that gets the cheese”? I think so.

Keep a look out for a whip to complete the indy look!

right, I’m off to val thorens. Will text updates.

Hail, found that i had the wrong address for you, at livster, so will ament quickest!!
where you going next? sounds rather too relaxing for my liking whilst we are fending of beggers and
money grabbers at every corner!!! It is most sickmaking that the ‘namastay’ crowed.(in other words the hippies!)
seem to think that they are really friendly and genuin. my left nostril. Havn’t met one yet that doesn’t see dollar signs when
he sees us!

Well, ho for the beach of vakala to chill. Warm blue waters, bliss!!!

Ciao,
Tarn n geoff

I’ve forwarded Tan’s mails to you at FSMail.

So, onward to Greymouth? (I wonder if you’ll find anywhere as agreeable as Nelson, apart from Kerikeri, that is …)

nergle? quite clearly i transmited a virus which invaded his brain, thus teminating him.

your the war is all over the place, a bit hellish really. i got the jacket, amazing price. now, not only do i look like the spitting image of indiana jones, but i can go up to people in tailand and say “hi, i’m selling these fine leather jackets!” in tribute to monkey island.

thanks for the e-mail mama. speaking of puzzles there is one in most of the hostels i have stayed at involving moving wooden blocks around. it is insanely difficult. i hate it. most useful advice on the gold front, though i’m not sure i will be stopping at those places.

i’m finaly quitting this hole of a town, by god! leaving after lunchings. i think i might treat myself to a whitebait meal at some cafe.

by the way how come i have no e-mails from you tarn? is now one forwarding them to me? a pox on ye all!
am reading a lusbader novel called ninja at the moment. campared to tai pan it is simple and tacky. can’t believ i used to read his stuff.

had a jolly birthday-walk-on-the-beach yesterday. much fun.