January 4th, 2008


I'll rest when I'm dead

I woke up this morning crying from a failure dream. I hate that.

Yesterday we discovered that the time guides for walking tracks in New Zealand are for unfit people who walk slow. The walk that was supposed to take 3-4 hours took us 1 1/2 hours. And it was very hot and well worth the walk.

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Today, we're off to Whakamaru for the second KB work weekend. Back Sunday, then back to work on Monday. This time it's not butts or legs I'm torturing, but arms, with more thistle grubbing to be done. My fake horses will just have to cope without me.

Work is going to seem like a rest I reckon...