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There Were No Prawns

I had my first experience of a Kiwi bbq. It’s a lot like a potential Irish one – in that you shoudn’t really arrive until at least 3 hours after the set date. Of course, not really knowing the territory, I arrived on time. At least that meant a steady start at the beer.

It was Doug’s bbq, and he only organized the bbq at the last minute. It seemed to go well though, and I stayed drinking beer for long enough. Tommorrow I meet Patrick and Maeve, who arrive in Christchurch. It will be good to see them again.

I am pissed.