The Kiwi Factor
Met some hard case local dudes at the hotel beachside bar last night, they think my name is "Dane", no matter how many times I repeated "Dean" they insisted on ignoring it.
One of the guys yelled out across the bar at one point to his fishing buddy who was gutting a shark on the beach...
HEY JFK, COME OVER MAN, I WANT YOU TO MEET MY FRIEND DANE
I didnt bother correcting him.
Two of the guys are regulars who live in condos just down the beach, middle aged guys with great tans and long beer tabs. One of them was in the air force and told me many (too many) tales of when he used to fly down to Antarctica and stop off in Christchurch.
Seems like everyone here has been to New Zealand so kiwis arent as much of a novelty as I thought we would be.
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