Sarahs been laying further down the bed all night with a chair at the end raising her pregnant feet. Stupid bitch should walk more on the aeroplaned rather than letting all the food go to her feet (and alcohol).
We wake up fairly early because we have 'lots of missions to do'. We run to the shower early because the day before Sarah had been told to 'HURRY THE FUCK UP' We didn't want to be rushed...especially because I FORGOT SHAMPOO (stupid bitch) and my hair was 5 shades darker than it should have been.
So we run to the showers and hear no water running, absolute silence. RESULT free showers...except one of the doors is locked.
'Sarah unless im being stupid this door doesn't open. We should save our showers like the Germans save their sunbeds on holidays'
Sarah tugged at the door and in a polite voice goes...'hello? is anybody in there? yooohooo' as she waved her bare foot under the door.
A big gruff voive goes 'YEAH... ME!'
We jump and start pissing ourselves...this is when sarah says 'did he sound german because he was blatenly listening to our conversation!'
After the shower we go back to our room and wack on flo rida 'low'. Its 8am and were dancing around like...(we have a perfect example of how we were dancing...but it is unsuitable for this blog, and anymore racist comments will take this blog into history for being discriminate towards ethnic minorities who we love and respect as equals. Thats for the record)
Weve found our favourite cafe already...its called 'the strawberry alarm clock' in parnell road. Its AMAZING. sort of like a new zealand version of the sunrooms (without the crack)
I had a panini with banana, bacon and maple syrup...they served it with fruit and dusted the plate with icing sugar...it was so pretty! And a banana and strawberry smoothie! AMAZING!
After we fed our faces we headed off to do 'our missions' which included trying to find the vector arena and Albany to get the bugmobile for our trip down to Hamilton that day.
We had to pick up the car from the 'pak 'n' save' a.k.a New Zealands version of Lidl/Farmfoods/Aldi. Not realising that this was the other side of the harbour...and Auckland. 2 hours away from where we were. (nice planning Sarah)
We bused to Albany where we got directions from an Inbred hillbilly...who looked like this:
'i fuck my nephew, who is also my son'
Before we met 'BETTY' from the car hire. Sarah kindly informed me that she hadn't driven since september 2008, apart from a brief driving lesson from Ash. She was BRICKING IT. And we planned to take the car for a quiet spin round the back carpark so she could familiarise herself.
We'd even made plans...for example...Sarah doesn't like reversing out of car park spaces...so when we had to meet in a car park she was praying he didn't park up. If he did...Sarah was going to say...'right we need to go and get some stuff from the shops...see you later' so he couldn't see her reversing.
Unfortunately this was not the case...the man..(who was a legend) spent about half an hour with us talking about his life with his bug...and how he has owned it for 20years...it was his wedding car, and how he wasn't sure whether to put it up for hire. Sarahs face dropped~!
Then the guy said 'right i need dropping home'
SHITTTTTTTT
Its a 1963 beetle, 1.6 turbo engine, alot stronger than anything sarahs driven...and to top it all off it didnt have an accelerator pedal...just a little bar. The guy kindly advised us that the steering was 'a bit off' so we had to watch ourselves, as it had a mind of its own (just like herbie)
It was hell as she had to pull out on the motorway...we survived though, and he trusted us enough to leave barbara in our capable hands.......
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