But I'm a Laydee!!!!

The journey from the Abel Tasmin to Barrytown was a really long one. We stopped at a couple of random places along the way, the first of these was to look at what we all thought were invisible seals but if you look closely at our picture they were just camoflaged against the rocks and the last of which was to look at pancake rocks. We weren't really that bothered about looking at these after seven hours on a coach so we just rushed round and took a few pictures. We then found when we got back to the bus that their was a stall selling greenstone (Jade) carved jewellery. Samantha took a liking to one of the pieces but as we have been repeatedly told in New Zealand, you can't buy greenstone for yourself, it has to be gifted to you, so I decided to buy it for her.

The bar where we were staying had a fixed happy hour from 8-9pm which is the most stingy time period of all the places we've stayed on our whole trip, however we were told that if we dressed up then happy would be extended by an hour. The theme we were given was cross dressing.


This is a public service warning. Barrytown can do strange things to ordinary blokes!

It was a while before anyone attempted to dress up but after a Canadian bloke called Rob kicked things off in a lovely black and white number it was left to me to carry the torch in the worst dress I could find (check out the picture). Before long all the blokes from our bus had dived into the clothing boxes and found themselves a nice little dress. However the girls were much slower until one girl found $3 in the pocket of a jacket.

It was quite a sight but a good night.