Run Chris, Run

After a nice lie in (first one of those I have had in a while) I spend a day wandering and checking on the weather to see if skydiving is going to go ahead in the next few days. It is all looking good for Monday so cross your fingers that the parachute works OK. After dinner I head into town with John, an english guy that I met at the hostel and we go and watch the All Blacks struggle initially against Canada but the game turns in to a rout. We head to a slightly more lively bar and start playing pool when we are approached by a couple of Kiwi girls. who want to play against us. One of the girls is absolutely paralytic - a couple of time she can't seem to find the white on the table and even starts cueing up on the yellow 1 ball. The other one is the sullen silent type in a similar way that you imagine Myra Hindley was (She was a mass murderer if you don't know). Most of the time the drunk one was incoherent except when she missed a shot and shouted mother f*cker out. Trying to engage 'Myra' in conversation elicited responses such as 'yeah' and the odd grunt. I have had better conversations with inanimate objects. We were polite and sat with them for a while and the drunk girl babbled inanely and appeared to be offended that we weren't chatting very much (bit difficult when you can't understand the slurring). We were trying to decide which girl was the more scary - anyway they went off to stagger on the dance floor and we saw our chance - thankfully we didn't have to try and climb through a bathroom window, we could leg it out of the front door - which we did. I checked periodically for tails but we got away cleanly. My sympathies to who they latched on to afterwards although 'Myra' should really have taken her friend home as she was a mess. I think the prospect of staying with those 2 is more worrying than throwing myself out of a plane at 15,000ft!