A quiet day but decidedly nutty night. We'd had a couple of drinks yesterday with our neighbours on the site - Anna, a Dubliner who enjoys alcohol, swearing and giggling, and Uwe, a German hippy businessman who works as a self-employed jeweller for 8 months and travels for the rest of each year.
The four of us clicked immediately, and bless the pair of them, they threw a little party for our last night in the van.
The slight problem was that once Anna and Uwe had bought all the food and booze, they hadn't bothered waiting for the Smiths before getting started. So by the time we returned to the campsite at 6, they were already trousered.
It was dead funny.
Uwe was comedy drunk, hiccuping continuously and telling us at least 14 times how he liked to prepare his potatoes. Anna found everything anyone said totally hilarious. And the pair of them were stumbling and falling about each time they got up for a pee.
Luckily, Uwe had already prepared most of the food before getting on the pop, so we could enjoy his marinaded lamb and fried potatoes while watching their Laurel and Hardy double act.
Once the music and 'singing' got into top gear we began attracting other campers to the shindig, and met a top bloke by the name of Stephan, who said he was originally from Switzerland and missed a good old knees up. He became quite sentimental for a while, telling us how badly behaved he used to be and regretting his newly found NZ sensible streak. Funny what a few beers does to people.
The party peaked when Uwe took an amorous shine to Anna, stripped down to his socks and underhosen, and announced that he was going into the Ocean to "Catch Anna a Flounder".
No-one tried to stop him as he waded into the cold, water, but she must have been impressed because 10 minutes later they were getting the lips on each other. It was a beautiful moment. Love was in the air, so we left them to it and hit the sack.
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