On Friday, the expert weather guessers said that Friday night would be a washout (they were right) and that the bad stuff would be gone by Saturday morning (they were wrong). It blew and rained off and on all day Saturday. Then it blew all night. The branches scraping on the metal roof of our Pullman car made this soothing sound similar to fingernails on a chalkboard. Then the rains that would be through by Saturday morning started and it sounded like someone was on the roof pouring out a five gallon bucket of ball bearings.
When we woke up, we decided that the weather demanded that we have a store-bought hot breakfast instead of a bowl of nuts and seeds. We went to the Kauri Coast Café. We ordered our breakfast and sat down. These people came in and started moving all the tables around. One woman said “You better get your order in quick, we got twenty people coming”. It seems that the leftover dregs of a blow-out 40th birthday party were coming in. I think we heard the “band” from our room, er, car last night. All these people started coming in. There was one woman with incredible pants. I’m thinking it must have taken her 45 minutes to get them on. I have this image of her taking them wet out of the washing machine and stepping into them. Phase two would be to lie on her back and try to wiggle them up. Once snapped with a chain binder she would then take the hair dryer and shrink them on. They were tight enough to see her religion. We named her Spray Paint Pants.
Total trip cost to date: $11,535.00 USD
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