It seems our time in New Plymouth is drawing to a close. Colin and I have been here for a while and I think we have got our fill of surfing. We actually only tried to surf the past two days and between the two of us I don't think we caught one wave! I can't speak for Colin, but I know that I was more interested in trying not to drown than shooting the curl! It turns out that I really suck at surfing, especially on a short board. I actually knew that, but in Santa Cruz at least I had a chance! In California (every time I have surfed) the waves come in sets, so you actually have some calm time to paddle out. Not here. Here if you don't know how to deal with breaking waves on the way out you are screwed, and because of lack of technique and endurance I never even got myself into a good position! I have never had so much trouble paddling out before, or swallowed so much sea water! Seriously. Yesterday I almost puked while still in the water, waves crashing overhead, rain pouring down; me looking like an ass-hole. It was great fun.

For various reasons, Colin and I have decided to move on, mostly because Clarissa is leaving and New Plymouth won't be the same without her. That and we are losing our place to stay! So, yesterday we booked passage on the Sunday evening ferry to the south island and we are taking off. Although surfing did not work out as well as hoped, I will miss this town and especially staying here with Clarissa. She has been great to Colin and I, she basically let us take over her house, providing not only all that comes with a house, but also lively conversation and of course, superb friendship. I will be sad to go.

The plan is to hit Paynes Ford immediately to do some climbing (something I am good at!) until Amy (my sister) comes in the beginning of January. We are also planning on doing some serious partying for new years, so there will be many more exciting stories to come! Until next time. . .