Lake Tekapo

Last night was a disturbed night. Revellers coming home at all times of the night and hoons hooning around in their pimped rides and motorbikes doing burnouts on the gravel road near the YHA.

I woke up grumpy and groggy this morning, ready to leave for home. It was a windy hot day and Cousteau and I headed off for a walk to an area where I could let him off the lead for a run.

I went to Mass at The Church of the Good Shepherd, which was really good. Such a stunning spot. I got talking to some lovely people from Vancouver.

Then I met Canterbury for pizza where I got talking to a Beligian girl who was asking me about teaching in NZ.

A weird, windy day but a good day all the same.