Quė? What?

Just because no one understands what I am saying anyway, I have decided to greet everyone in te reo. So they all get Kia ora or tena koe or tena koutou katoa.  I wish I knew enough to be fluent because that is what I'd be speaking.
McDonald's is the only place nearby that has food. I am so middle class because I don't know what to order. The moccha comes with 20cms of canned cream. Probably does in NZ too; I just haven't had it before.
People are friendly indeed and I don't think I have been anywhere without people stopping to say hello. Maybe I just have that tragic look about me.. Anyhoo today it was a lady who had been in such a hurry to get out that she had forgotten her teeth.  I should imagine that being gummed to death would be a slow way to go. She was registering her concern about a young couple in the queue who seemed to be locked in some kind of mortal combat although the toothless lady described it as "groping."
I sat beside another older lady whose sphincter was linked to her mandible so every time she chewed, she putt putted. She did it with such nonchalance too as if it had nothing to do with her.

My worst fears were realised back on the ranch when I pulled up the bedcover and found that the previous guest had left something of him or herself behind on the cover. Bring on the gagging. Reminds me of when Donna and I were on a board retreat in Hanmer and the covers were rich with DNA. Absolutely gross. My dry retching is a finely honed skill.

And so the walk back to the hotel and the lovely kids mini golf theme park. Yup the water is bright blue.