Thursday, November 15, 2012

Home on the Range


On Sunday the 4th I went home with Liam to his farm to get a proper this-is-a-farm trip. We left as noon began to close in, and upon arrival Liam made me an omelette and pointed out my excessive quietness whilst talking with his mum. After lunch the two of us went out on his quad to get a tour of the entire farm. I had never been on a farm before, and never been on a quad before, and the combination of two 'new's as wildly exciting. From paddock to paddock I was gate opener, often having trouble fiddling around with locks and nearly locking myself on the wrong side, or fearing the approach of the animals inside [especially the horses that were ominously approaching me]. It was quite fun, albeit kind of stressful with the occasional dodgy driving off of wee hills. After our tour we went back to take the car for more adventures bringing us firstly to the jump that a one sam jumped his car off of, over 20 meters. We wandered around a little forest bit after getting introduced to Liam's uncle, and then made our way to the tunnels.

So, if you know me at all or have been reading anything that I've been posting you know that I'm not the most outdoorsy of people, often haunted by uneven grounds and incapable of trusting my footing on anything. When we were approaching the 'tunnel' that Liam was telling me about it was to no surprise that I freaked at the concept of climbing down grounds I couldn't see, and potentially using a tree to aid me in my jumping off of a small cliff. Let's just say it didn't work. By the time we altered our tracks and went the 'easy' way I was still freaked and barely made it down there. After, I realised my camera had spontaneously broken, and I was afraid to climb out. After some embarrassing whining, We made it out and headed back home.

We [I... liam passed out] watched the majority of the World's Fastest Indian and hung around for a bit until dinner was ready. A few beers, a delicious steak, potatoes, and two kinds of salad made the feast.

After stealing a lasagne from his parents freezer, we went back home to Dunedin.

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