29/09/11
As is the custom when we have people visit we try to squeeze lots into our free time so we were off to Hamilton to watch world cup rugby. We had planned to take the bus but Roger was going that way and agreed to drive us. We had thought it would be a direct life but Roger stepped up and acted as our tour guide. On the way we saw all sorts of weird and geological bits of New Zealand. There were bubbling pools of hot mud, a Luna type end of the world landscape venting gas, natural hot spars, and a town that smelt of sulphur and a few cafes and cake shops along the way. With Rogers’s kindness we had transformed what was likely to be a boring bus journey into a magical mystery tour.
Once in Hamilton we hit the fan zone to watch the rugby. The match; England V Scotland. A furious sense patriotisms griped me and James and we cheered and shouted our way through the game and somehow it worked as England Won. They didn’t deserve to but they bloody well did. Come on England. Only 3 more games and you could win this thing. Optimistic yes but it’s always good to hope.
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