So we've left Chistchurch and are heading back to the north. Currently in Wellington, feeling rough as after another night on the town last night. I think when i get to Bay of Plenty I may start a new life of moderation.
The only thing to do now is to shave off the tour facial hair. On Dave's part there's been the handle bars and classic filth mo and I've also sported the filth mo along with a goatee and a rather dirty conquistador stylee affair. pictures for your amusement on their way when blogger starts to do what I'm asking it to.
Emma has just thrown up as a result of last nights indulgences. he he. Dave's still unconcious. I think something has died in my head.