Weekend at Gordy's Kym and I blasted over to Papamoa beach on the Saturday morning and spent the night there coming back on Sunday evening. Everyone I told during the week about our plans for the weekend said...
"Oh, dear, you know the weather's gonna be crap dont you?"
But the weather forcasters in New Zealand are never overly reliable, so it doesn't generally deter me. So off we went ovet the Kaimai ranges on Saturday in total and blissful meteorlogical-ignorance.
Saturday night we did bugger all, stopped in and had a few drinks watching the All-Blacks bomb out of the world-cup, both got shitty about it and had an early night.
Fortunately the weather on Sunday was bloody brilliant. I managed to avoid having to sit on the beach for too long by suggesting a walk, and there was plenty of entertainment in the form of dozens of mazda-baters in their RX3|4|7's and thousands of more fleshy delights in bikins :-)
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