Infantile. Moronic. Peurile. Just three of the things Wend called me this morning when I likened a couple of the orb-like boulders on Moeraki beach to a pair of bosoms.
This was the highlight of a pretty dull 6 hours in the van as we made our way over to Queenstown on the west side of the island. We did pass a giant bowl of plastic fruit at one point, but unfortunately there were no melons, so I couldn't milk the breast analogy any further.
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Spot on description of your character I would say. Am back in town, safely and no crazy African diseases seem to have followed me here. My suitcased hasn't made it back to London though. 3 weeks away and Phil has got a black eye (football injury), my phone is "lost" and he got his new bike nicked! Have you checked that Jan is paying the rent?? Travel well.
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