21.02.2009 - 21.02.2009 23 °C
It hurts me to type this, but i've only got just over four weeks left in breathtaking New Zealand.
Actually, it hurts because last night I had a little accident. Midway through carving up a pumpkin for me dinner, the knife slipped and went through the nail of my right index finger. A clean-cut chunk of bloodied finger nail landed on top of my veg pile.
Luckily for me, I spotted it and removed the offending digit shield before I put the veg in the pan to cook. Phew. Maybe even luckier than that, I had also somehow stopped the blade just in time to avoid adding the rest of my finger to the meal.
But I was bleeding profusely. Like lightening, with my well-earned First Aid At Work certificate flashing before my eyes, I strangled the wounded pointer with a scrap of lint and two strips of sellotape. A cowboy hatchet job for sure, but it worked. Long enough for me to finish cooking at least.
So as you read this, please know that every fouth or fifth character was typed with a little grimace and a tiny drip of blood.
Perhaps I'm just searching for excuses, as I've been incredibly slack at keep this blog up to date of late. New Zealand? I hear you cry. But only a minute ago you were one of life's little losers in a Macau casino...
Yeah, in bloggo-time that is all true. But in real life, Macau and Hong Kong were almost three months ago. I've managed to tell you nothing about Sydney, Perth, Sydney again, or any of my time in the most effortlessly spectacular country anyone could ever imagine – Aotearoa New Zealand.
Enough of feeling sorry for myself, time to start filling in a few large gaps.