We ended up in Hayes hardware of Invercargill, the home of the worlds fastest Indian! For those of you who don’t know. The worlds fastest Indian was a bike ridden by local man, H.J. (Burt) Munro.
The Munro Special.
The ideal place for any man to spend some quality time with other men!
After this we went for some dinner and watched some more rugby, good day all things considered.
The next day we had arranged to visit the local truck museum, seemingly this was by appointment only (we had to phone ahead and got told 1P.M. would be fine.)
This place was something else! It was MASSIVE! it kept on going, when ever you thought it was over and you had seen it all, there was another shed/warehouse! Each one had even more trucks than the last, if you like trucks, you are in heaven at this point.
A small selection of the trucks.
After this it was time for lunch, and by this point I had worked up one hell of an appetite! I was in the mood for something big…
Waxy o’ Shea's Big steak challenge.
Nearly 20 Oz of steak, served on a bed of roast potato's, with bacon, fried eggs and salad! This was just the ticket for me!
I can honestly say, I gave this a damn good try, but I was defeated, not by the steak nor the bacon. Not the eggs or the potatoes, but the salad! Yes, my life time of avoiding my greens had cost me a free dessert! (not that I could have even looked at one after this!) So the moral of the tale is this. Kids, always eat your greens, it might just get you a free dessert one day!
The next day was a trip to Bluff and Stirling Point (I come halfway round the world and end up in place that sounds like it is ten minutes from home).
This is home to a big sign post with various places on it, the distance to them in KM. At this point I am nearer the Antarctic that London, that is when you know you have travelled a fair distance!
Colin and dad looking decidedly dodgy!
Some very odd people hang about sign posts!
As this was right by the sea, I decided to break out the camera and the big lens! here are some of the results
Waves keep on crashing.
One end of the chain that keeps Stewart Island attached to New Zealand!
Before we had left the site in the morning, we had spoke to Garry and Karen (wonderful owners of the site) and told them we would be having a wee Scottish doo in the old bar, if it was ok, which it was and they even said they would spread the word!
We returned from bluff, grabbed some pizza and headed back to the site to get ready and set up. When I went in to check the layout, I was greeted by this…
Someone (and I won’t name names,) had fell asleep here on the first night.
It was not fantastically busy that night, but enough people turned up to get a wee dance or two going!
The drink flowed, the jokes were told and stories shared, a proper Scottish night all in all. (despite the fact that there was at least 3 English, one Welshman and a Canadian!)
Colin is in there somewhere leading the charge!
The next day was our last full day at Invercargill, so we done the decent thing, and visited the Scottish hall, it was a wonderful wee place and the walls were covered in clan crests and tartan, how very homely!
My clan, Hamilton.
After spending some time chatting to the man who seemed to be in charge, we left for lunch, a quick change and then back into town for pre match drinks and more munchies of potato wedges and fries!
The less said about the match the better, Scotland won, that is all that matters!
So it was time to leave, we packed up and headed off early, but not before saying goodbye to Garry and Karen, if you are ever down that neck of the woods, Lorneville holiday park is THE place to stay! Wonderful site, fantastic people and a great location.
We stopped off in Oamaru for brunch and then a diver change in Timaru and that brings up nicely to now, we are back at Colin’s and enjoying a proper bed and proper food! Not sure how long this luxury shall last, best enjoy it while I can.
Speak soon!
Loving the quality man time reports.
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