Sharon’s Blog

The first guy to catch our eye that evening was White-Well Boy. Tall, dark and handsome, dontcha think? Jenny had to let me down gently though…she told me that the white gumboots mean that he kills baby sheep for a living at the abbatoir. Guess I won’t be taking him home with me. He hung with quite a crowd…there was the guy with black bandana covered dreads and very hip (seriously) black glasses with a white Maori motif on the sides. Could have found him in Santa Cruz, actually. Then there was the tallest guy with the rock star curly dark hair thing going. They were definitely better pool players than we were though. Think they spent some serious time at ti. Who knew at the time, but this was going to be the hottest nightlife we’d find in all of New Zealand…