Whine without the wine. (An 'Oh No' day)
Trip Start Jun 25, 2011
85Trip End Dec 24, 2011
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Urgh we feel yuck today and would have ordinarily hidden in bed until the day had dissapeared but the 10am check-out at our hostel doesn't allow for this luxury. We practically crawl to the car, where Jo wants something healthy to combat the hangover from hell and Claire just wants MacDonalds.
A compromise is met and once Jo has a coffee and sandwich in her possession, hilarity ensues at the MacDonalds drive through (because Claire obviously does not want to get out of the car); the woman on the other end of the intercom doesn't understand a word Jo is saying and Jo doesn't really know what she is ordering anyway. In order to avoid dissolving into hysterical tears of laughter Jo has to make herself angry, and therefore even less comprehensible, and so the poor women spends at least five minutes saying 'Sorry what was that you wanted dear?'
Finally we end up driving round to the window to place our order face to face (why do they bother to seperate the two anyway!?), grabbing the food before dashing on so that the laughter doesn't explode out over a MacDonald employee.
The 2 and half hour journey back to Emma and Carl's in Rotorua is basically just a hysterical mess of laughter and tired rambling, and quite horribly ends with another MacDonalds, which we eat in the car to avoid the embarassment of having to show Emma and Carl that we could actually eat MacDonalds, let alone 2 in one single day. Eesh.
We are releived to be back at their place and spend the rest of the day endulging our hangovers with sofa sitting, pizza eating and TV. Bliss. A big thank you is due to Emma and Carl for allowing us to be this disgusting in their home. Cheers!
Our 'Oh No' day yesterday is still echoing today so we take it pretty easy again, mostly getting ready for camping in the next few days (i.e. buying jumpers!) and using the internet.
Emma is working at one of New Zealand's polling stations today for the general election so we make her and Carl dinner in the evening (and Carl says it's quite nice! We wish we could now reveal that it was meat free but alas Jo did use real mince. Damn).
During the day we get to play a little with the amaziongly wonderful little Jack and we both manage to get a hug off him; Jo's probably only because from behind she has the same dark hair as Emma and Claire kind of forces hers upon him but nevertheless we are chuffed.
Another lovely day in the Redaelli household ends with us all basically falling alseep in front of the TV.