Blenheim

First sight of South Island from the ferry

Avoiding Picton (where we arrived into on ferry) like the plague, we drove straight to Blenheim where we booked the car in for an eyelash-flutteringly cheap car service and chilled in front of a film called Heartbreakers (a cringeworthy movie choice of Sigourney Weaver's).

Next day we hired bikes for the day and rode about 30km around all the vineyards, getting progressively more pissed with every winetasting session... hmmmm. But we were careful and ate a massive fish and chips lunch (pronounced 'fush and chups by the kiwis) to soak up some of the alcohol. Unfortunately it might not have soaked up quite enough, cos in the second to last vineyard I smashed a glass all over the floor then phoebe knocked her wine flying... both were actually unfortunate accidents that had nothing to do with the alcohol (honestly!), but we did get some withering looks.


Yah! Totally! I am detecting wooden undertones, with subtle hints of citrus and gerkin...


Vineyards around Blenheim


The rather posh vineyards at Villa Maria


Phoebe with her slightly skewed cycling helmet and smile. Pished? Me?


Another slightly malnourished cow...although I'm assured they are supposed to look like this

That night went out on the Blenheim tiles with 2 Lucys, Andy (all final year medics doing electives), Julia and Mattias. Started at some awful Irish bar where we all got up for some good clean kareoke. I sang Mustang Sally and Bohemian Rhapsody (tragic I know - I WASNT on my own though - I think that would have been worse). After some diabolical singing, we actually ended up winning the 'girls' $50 bar tab (to be honest, we were actually the only girls that sung, so it would have been a travesty if we hadnt won!), and Andy (AKA John Lennon) won the 'boys' $50 bar tab.... oooh dear, things just got messier and messier. Ended up in some shocking club called 'Goats' where we danced with some weirdo called Lightening, before calling it a night at 4am. And who said Blenheim was quiet?!


Mood shot of kareoke


OK - with the flash there is no denying the fact I am actually forcing the microphone away from my singing partner. Have I no shame?!


Lucy, me, drunk random person, Phoebe, Lucy