On the away back from Froggart Edge (the one in central North Island, New Zealand, not the original one in the Midlands, England) two bikers pulled up outside Bryce’s Cafe and Gear Shop as we were waiting outside. They pulled up, parked and then one fell over.
I laughed.
We finally arrived back in Auckland 3 hours later. I got out of the car, started walking around to the back to get my stuff out. And I fell over*.
Phil laughed and I suspect the Karma Gods did too.
[* Lex has been quite concerned about the effect climbing will have on the state of my legs (the bumps, the bruises, the scrapes and the cuts) which will very much be on show as a result of the short dress. I have discovered two other extreme sports that I should avoid for the next few days: shaving my legs and getting out of the car.]
