Not sure what is going on with the dates in my note pad, I know I was here for 2 days, but w/e I'll sort that out later.
29/06/2010 Rotorua
Today had a leisurely time getting up as bus to Rotorua left at 11am so not enough time to get anywhere. I spent a bit of time hanging around the giftshop waiting. I ended up buying a fill in the blank post card which seemed to perfectly fit my desire to put little effort into communication.
Then it was on to a 2hr trim through ridiculously lush green rolling fields. Despite all that I ended up nodding off for about half a trip. Which seems to be some sort of problem I’ve picked up, I’ve fallen asleep in pretty much every bus I’ve gotten into .
Once in Rotorua I tried to set up my plans for the place. It is known for hot pools and thermal activity but those tend to get sillily expensive as the people there charge exorbitant rates just for looking at them. While I’m certainly willing to part with exorbitant sums of cash, see the 7hr extravaganza, but not so much for thermal springs that I’ve probably seen similar or better examples of in Yellowstone. So I was trying to focuses on the history and culture. Then I learnt that it had a tour of Hobbiton, so I had to jump at that. Apparently the set was mostly taken down by the movie compagny who had agreed to put the famer’s land back to it’s orgininal state. Then the rains came and so the people had to stop because of the mud. Then people came to ask about the set over the course of a year, so the farmers asked if they could keep the set. I also had to sign some sort of nondisclosure paper about not posting pictures on the internet, so I’m not going to go anyfurther with that on the blog.
And then I learnt that there was a Kiwi exhibit. Apparently this place had an eruption last time around 1820ish that resulted in the burial of a village.
Apparently this region was the first place to make a big tourism hit by having the pink and white terraces. Those were destroyed by the eruption. Then the place became a big hit when people were marketing it as a place with good waters for “hydropathy” apparently the mix of waters with both acid and base was a big draw.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Saturday, July 3, 2010
28/06/2010: 7hr splunking extravigansa
OK, it never rains but it pours right? I've been saving up some posts because the last hostel didn't have internet.
28/06/2010: 7hr splunking extravigansa
Today I went on the trip that almost didn't happen because of insufficient bookings though it turned out that another group of 3 people signed up in the evening so it was a group of 5. The trip was advertised as 7hr trip into one of the caves in the area that started off with a abseil into the depths. This was seriously underestimating the trip.
We started off by going to a ex woolshead where we were given combined wetsuit leggings and toresoes and a wetsuit jacket to go overtop of that. There was also a neoprene belt to go around the upper waist that was apparently supposed to keep our kidneys warm. Then we got thin booties for our feet and rubber boots on top of that. Finally we got a harness for the abseil which would also be used several times as an attachment to some safety lines through the cave and an orange helmet with a light on.
We trudged down in our strange getup and lined up on platform next two ten thumb thick ropes that descended ~100 metres into a ravine with a river running through it, entering and exiting at either end through the cave. This cave was allegedly 5km long with this entry point about halfway.
After sliding down the ropes for about 15 min we got to the floor and had lunch. Then we entered the cave and were in water for pretty much the rest of the day. One of the neat thing about going down the ropes was seeing some sideways stalactites growing from the walls. Apparently they start off going straight down like normal but then curve out as moss grows on them and alters the direction of water flow.
We were going up against the flow of the river and that was a very good thing for safety. The force of the water would change frequently depending on the width of the cave, sometimes it was wide and shallow so that the top of our boots were dry and sometimes when the cave got very narrow or steep moving felt a bit like rockclimbing with gravity turned 90 degrees. We would not be able to touch the bottom, were quite buoyant in our wetsuits and the current was so strong that we had to pull our selfs along the cave wall. This whole experience was loads of fun. According to our guides the water was as high as it could be and still allow people through, infact it had been closed over the weekend because of that.
Occasionally we would leave the water to scramble over boulders or avoid having to climb up waterfalls or just for a change, sometimes we went through low gaps though I think that was more for the photo opp that it presented rather than necessity.
Perhaps surprisingly I was rarely cold, It was only when we stopped twice, once to get a silly shot of people emerging from a small waterfall and once to turn off the lights to look at glow worms near the end of the
At the end we went back to the sheep farm and were fed a small amount of steak and then some roast veggies and salad for dinner. Yum.
28/06/2010: 7hr splunking extravigansa
Today I went on the trip that almost didn't happen because of insufficient bookings though it turned out that another group of 3 people signed up in the evening so it was a group of 5. The trip was advertised as 7hr trip into one of the caves in the area that started off with a abseil into the depths. This was seriously underestimating the trip.
We started off by going to a ex woolshead where we were given combined wetsuit leggings and toresoes and a wetsuit jacket to go overtop of that. There was also a neoprene belt to go around the upper waist that was apparently supposed to keep our kidneys warm. Then we got thin booties for our feet and rubber boots on top of that. Finally we got a harness for the abseil which would also be used several times as an attachment to some safety lines through the cave and an orange helmet with a light on.
We trudged down in our strange getup and lined up on platform next two ten thumb thick ropes that descended ~100 metres into a ravine with a river running through it, entering and exiting at either end through the cave. This cave was allegedly 5km long with this entry point about halfway.
After sliding down the ropes for about 15 min we got to the floor and had lunch. Then we entered the cave and were in water for pretty much the rest of the day. One of the neat thing about going down the ropes was seeing some sideways stalactites growing from the walls. Apparently they start off going straight down like normal but then curve out as moss grows on them and alters the direction of water flow.
We were going up against the flow of the river and that was a very good thing for safety. The force of the water would change frequently depending on the width of the cave, sometimes it was wide and shallow so that the top of our boots were dry and sometimes when the cave got very narrow or steep moving felt a bit like rockclimbing with gravity turned 90 degrees. We would not be able to touch the bottom, were quite buoyant in our wetsuits and the current was so strong that we had to pull our selfs along the cave wall. This whole experience was loads of fun. According to our guides the water was as high as it could be and still allow people through, infact it had been closed over the weekend because of that.
Occasionally we would leave the water to scramble over boulders or avoid having to climb up waterfalls or just for a change, sometimes we went through low gaps though I think that was more for the photo opp that it presented rather than necessity.
Perhaps surprisingly I was rarely cold, It was only when we stopped twice, once to get a silly shot of people emerging from a small waterfall and once to turn off the lights to look at glow worms near the end of the
At the end we went back to the sheep farm and were fed a small amount of steak and then some roast veggies and salad for dinner. Yum.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
27/06/2010 Trip to Waitaimo.
So these entries have been written on my laptop and then copied over on my USB key because the Rotorua YHA charges by the minute, so it was way cheaper that way.
27/06/2010 Trip to Waitaimo.
I woke up early to catch a bus leaving at 0735 and to spend a bit of time rearranging the contents of my three food bags. They were in a minimum volume configuration but this meant that there was very little logical order to what was where and I wanted to have one bag with perishable stuff like cheese and another with lunch and snacks that could go in my daypack. We moved between nice sun and torrential downpour several times but I admired the brilliant greens of the grass on the rolling hills of the North Island. Very different scenery to the brown scrub or thick bush of the south. When we arrived I spent some time wandering around the i-site (the tourism info place throughout NZ, they will even book buses and trips for you without charging anything) reading the brochures. Waitaimo’s big draw is the limestone it sits on, or more specifically, the swiss cheese water has made of that limestone. The region has over 300 known and mapped caves of which 10-20 are commercially open to the public. I started off with going on two trips that could be covered in the afternoon, these were the really simple and safe ones, tiled floors and electric lighting. Kind of silly, and if I had thought things through a bit more I would probably have avoided them or gone for one of them in the morning I left. One of them had glow worms as it’s main draw, they were neat when we turned out the lights it was like looking at a bunch of green stars. Apparently the poo glows and attracts flying insects which are then caught in the sticky threads that hand from the worm. The worm itself isn’t really a worm but a larva of a creature that, when it matures, lives for only 4 days before dying to starvation because of a lack of a mouth.
The other one focussed more on just the cave formations. We weren't allowed to take photos in either for some reason (likely commercial). I call this method of charging for every little bit of extra on your trip, like photos, t-shirts etc "adventure capitalism."
When I got back to the i site to book my trips for the next day I learned that someone else wanted to book a trip that I had been unable to book earlier because I had been the only one at the time. However 2 was the min number, so I booked the next day on the 7 hour "lost world epic" which sounded fun, and was actually the best value for time underground, especially after you included the lunch and dinner they fed you.
So that will be my next blog post, maybe in the next 12hrs if the Taupo YHA has power for my laptop, maybe later.
27/06/2010 Trip to Waitaimo.
I woke up early to catch a bus leaving at 0735 and to spend a bit of time rearranging the contents of my three food bags. They were in a minimum volume configuration but this meant that there was very little logical order to what was where and I wanted to have one bag with perishable stuff like cheese and another with lunch and snacks that could go in my daypack. We moved between nice sun and torrential downpour several times but I admired the brilliant greens of the grass on the rolling hills of the North Island. Very different scenery to the brown scrub or thick bush of the south. When we arrived I spent some time wandering around the i-site (the tourism info place throughout NZ, they will even book buses and trips for you without charging anything) reading the brochures. Waitaimo’s big draw is the limestone it sits on, or more specifically, the swiss cheese water has made of that limestone. The region has over 300 known and mapped caves of which 10-20 are commercially open to the public. I started off with going on two trips that could be covered in the afternoon, these were the really simple and safe ones, tiled floors and electric lighting. Kind of silly, and if I had thought things through a bit more I would probably have avoided them or gone for one of them in the morning I left. One of them had glow worms as it’s main draw, they were neat when we turned out the lights it was like looking at a bunch of green stars. Apparently the poo glows and attracts flying insects which are then caught in the sticky threads that hand from the worm. The worm itself isn’t really a worm but a larva of a creature that, when it matures, lives for only 4 days before dying to starvation because of a lack of a mouth.
The other one focussed more on just the cave formations. We weren't allowed to take photos in either for some reason (likely commercial). I call this method of charging for every little bit of extra on your trip, like photos, t-shirts etc "adventure capitalism."
When I got back to the i site to book my trips for the next day I learned that someone else wanted to book a trip that I had been unable to book earlier because I had been the only one at the time. However 2 was the min number, so I booked the next day on the 7 hour "lost world epic" which sounded fun, and was actually the best value for time underground, especially after you included the lunch and dinner they fed you.
So that will be my next blog post, maybe in the next 12hrs if the Taupo YHA has power for my laptop, maybe later.
26/06/2010: Trip to Auckland
Hi folks, so after a long absence of not bloging, various folks have been bugging be about it and without the ability to easily upload photos due to variable connectivity to "teh intrawebz" I'm sticking to good old text.
Exams finished Thursday the 24th of June and now I'm touring the North Island for about 2 weeks. I've been to Waitaimo Caves and am currently in Rotorua with Taupo coming up this evening, Wellington on the 3rd and the northern tip of the island on the 7th I think. I've been taking notes at the end of each day on my little notebook and will try to find time to upload them as I move around.
26/06/2010: Trip to Auckland
I woke up at 1900hrs to do my sheets and vacume before heading out to take some photos of campus before leaving as requested by dad. My flight left at 1335, but I got there much earlier than the recommended hour before flight to make sure that my 3 bags were going to get on the plane. It turns out that ChCh airport has moved over to an almost entirely automated ticketing program with real people reserved for those with premium tickets. So I resigned myself to having to pay for the 2 extra bags despite the possibility of an amnesty on the bag because of my earlier ticket. But then their credit card reader refused to take my card (something to do with it having a chip in it rather than just the magnetic swipe) so I ended up talking to the premium people anyways and managed to get in with just one extra bag.
The airport itself was small but nice, they had an open air viewing deck where I could watch the planes take off in the drizzle before going through security. As I was in line (not much of a line though, only 2 people) I realised that I had forgotten to put my “dangerous” ditty bag in my stowage and had it in my carryon. It has such heinous items as toothpaste, shampoo, nail clippers and then there is the swis army knife. Now despite the fact that I think a full 1L nalgene water bottle could be just as dangerous as the finger length blade, that is clearly prohibited. So I was understandably a bit worried that they would confiscate my hijacking tool. However I just walked straight through and after a short moment of held breath, my bag rolled off the x-ray line just fine. So clearly they take things a bit less seriously in NZ. However I won’t be trying that again on the international leg! The flight over the Auckland was nice, though cloudy. We could occasionally see snow capped mountains and at the beginning could see the sunrise further west.
Coming into Auckland I was feeling tired and hungry and was feeling a bit culture shocked. Which was strange, because Auckland is quite similar to Vancouver in population, but after the very low population of the South Island and having a hostel in the middle of down town with 10 floors, the number of people around felt a bit oppressive. I spent a bit of time wandering around before the sun set and then went in to eat a quick dinner and get ready to go to bead.
Exams finished Thursday the 24th of June and now I'm touring the North Island for about 2 weeks. I've been to Waitaimo Caves and am currently in Rotorua with Taupo coming up this evening, Wellington on the 3rd and the northern tip of the island on the 7th I think. I've been taking notes at the end of each day on my little notebook and will try to find time to upload them as I move around.
26/06/2010: Trip to Auckland
I woke up at 1900hrs to do my sheets and vacume before heading out to take some photos of campus before leaving as requested by dad. My flight left at 1335, but I got there much earlier than the recommended hour before flight to make sure that my 3 bags were going to get on the plane. It turns out that ChCh airport has moved over to an almost entirely automated ticketing program with real people reserved for those with premium tickets. So I resigned myself to having to pay for the 2 extra bags despite the possibility of an amnesty on the bag because of my earlier ticket. But then their credit card reader refused to take my card (something to do with it having a chip in it rather than just the magnetic swipe) so I ended up talking to the premium people anyways and managed to get in with just one extra bag.
The airport itself was small but nice, they had an open air viewing deck where I could watch the planes take off in the drizzle before going through security. As I was in line (not much of a line though, only 2 people) I realised that I had forgotten to put my “dangerous” ditty bag in my stowage and had it in my carryon. It has such heinous items as toothpaste, shampoo, nail clippers and then there is the swis army knife. Now despite the fact that I think a full 1L nalgene water bottle could be just as dangerous as the finger length blade, that is clearly prohibited. So I was understandably a bit worried that they would confiscate my hijacking tool. However I just walked straight through and after a short moment of held breath, my bag rolled off the x-ray line just fine. So clearly they take things a bit less seriously in NZ. However I won’t be trying that again on the international leg! The flight over the Auckland was nice, though cloudy. We could occasionally see snow capped mountains and at the beginning could see the sunrise further west.
Coming into Auckland I was feeling tired and hungry and was feeling a bit culture shocked. Which was strange, because Auckland is quite similar to Vancouver in population, but after the very low population of the South Island and having a hostel in the middle of down town with 10 floors, the number of people around felt a bit oppressive. I spent a bit of time wandering around before the sun set and then went in to eat a quick dinner and get ready to go to bead.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Map Source!
As I was preparing for my latest blog on tramping with the CUTC I found a source for free topo maps of South NZ! Very exciting, though each section seems to be 70-90 MB, so that puts a bit of a damper on things.
But I thought I'd throw down a link for the Arthur's Pass and Mt Somers regions that I've talked about before.
You can download the Mt Somers map here (Click on the link on the right of the image to download) The down load is actually a topo map, don't be discouraged by the image displayed, which looks like it was taken by the Voyager spacecraft while in transit...
Arthurs Pass can be found here.
But I thought I'd throw down a link for the Arthur's Pass and Mt Somers regions that I've talked about before.
You can download the Mt Somers map here (Click on the link on the right of the image to download) The down load is actually a topo map, don't be discouraged by the image displayed, which looks like it was taken by the Voyager spacecraft while in transit...
Arthurs Pass can be found here.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Tramping with the UCTC
Last weekend, the 6th of March, was the first tramping trip run by the University of Canterbury Tramping Club (aka UCTC). This trip called Freshers is an epic, with most of the over 200 people who are part of the club partaking.
Fortunatly, the trip was split up into many smaller groups based upon difficutly so that we weren't all moving at once in the same spot, that would be horrible. This year's trip was to the Woolshed Creek Hut of Mt Sommers, a mountain that is right on the edge of the Canterbury plain, about 100km due West from Christchurch.
The whole gang left the university at 0830 in a mixture of buses and cars. The buses were probably the most disreputable vehicles I've been on in a long time, one was lavender and one was pink, and the inside appeared to held together with a few bolts and popcans.
Anyway, my group (the "hard" group) got to our start point at 1145 after missing our turning because we were following the pink bus to the "easy" start point. Our route involved taking the track up to the top of Mt Somers and then walking down the back along a ridge until we met up with the route taken by the "medium" group. Hiking up was as steep as going up Avalanch, with the added fun of mud in selected spots as it had rained a few days before. Unfortunatly I don't have any pics as in a group it was more about keeping moving. At one point, fortunately before we split from the "medium-hard" group one of our members realised that she wasn't cut out for the pace and vertical climb involved.
We took several breaks to enjoy the view, drink some water and eat gourp (which is called scrogin sp? in NZ) and could tell that, if there weren't so many clouds, the view from the top would be really nice. Then we got into the cloud and pushing forward became of more interest. The ground became quite unpleasant too, with loose rock and soil underfoot with just enough vegetation to keep it steep, but not enough to make it stable.
Eventually we got to the top around 1530, to find that, as expected, the view was entirely obstructed by cloud. Then we hung around waiting for our fearless leader Tom to catch up (he had hung back to escort another person who was caught unawares by the vertical gain). We left the Peak and marked trail at 1630 walking down a ridge.
Down the back was quite pretty, the clouds weren't crossing over and the land was all golden grass tufts and rock. One person quickly made the link to the terrain of Rohan of LotR, which was filmed in the region.
Eventually we got down to the camp around 1830, and unloaded our food for the execs (I was carrying a can of diced tomatos) who started making us all dinner. We had couscous with bits of tomato, parsely and green onions to keep things easy for the vegetarians. I think it would have been a bit better with some nuts as well, but it was still quite nice. Desert involved throwing pounds (literally) of butter and brown sugar into a pot and then adding some powdered digestive biscuits. This was then added to steamed apples and raisins. Very tasty.
The tent was borrowed from the club (for free!), and was quite cramped, I ended up going to bead early with earplugs, but others stayed up to consume the alcohol they had lugged around the countryside.
The next day I woke up at 0715, but we didn't end up leaving until 1030ish, so it was a very relaxed start with plenty of time to dry our fly on the sunward slope. We took a different route back out that started with a suspension bridge and then traveled along a lower ridge before returning to the carpark.
The weekend ended with a BBQ back at the carpark as we waited for our grumpy busdrivers to get there to take us back.
Fortunatly, the trip was split up into many smaller groups based upon difficutly so that we weren't all moving at once in the same spot, that would be horrible. This year's trip was to the Woolshed Creek Hut of Mt Sommers, a mountain that is right on the edge of the Canterbury plain, about 100km due West from Christchurch.
The whole gang left the university at 0830 in a mixture of buses and cars. The buses were probably the most disreputable vehicles I've been on in a long time, one was lavender and one was pink, and the inside appeared to held together with a few bolts and popcans.
Anyway, my group (the "hard" group) got to our start point at 1145 after missing our turning because we were following the pink bus to the "easy" start point. Our route involved taking the track up to the top of Mt Somers and then walking down the back along a ridge until we met up with the route taken by the "medium" group. Hiking up was as steep as going up Avalanch, with the added fun of mud in selected spots as it had rained a few days before. Unfortunatly I don't have any pics as in a group it was more about keeping moving. At one point, fortunately before we split from the "medium-hard" group one of our members realised that she wasn't cut out for the pace and vertical climb involved.
We took several breaks to enjoy the view, drink some water and eat gourp (which is called scrogin sp? in NZ) and could tell that, if there weren't so many clouds, the view from the top would be really nice. Then we got into the cloud and pushing forward became of more interest. The ground became quite unpleasant too, with loose rock and soil underfoot with just enough vegetation to keep it steep, but not enough to make it stable.
Eventually we got to the top around 1530, to find that, as expected, the view was entirely obstructed by cloud. Then we hung around waiting for our fearless leader Tom to catch up (he had hung back to escort another person who was caught unawares by the vertical gain). We left the Peak and marked trail at 1630 walking down a ridge.
Down the back was quite pretty, the clouds weren't crossing over and the land was all golden grass tufts and rock. One person quickly made the link to the terrain of Rohan of LotR, which was filmed in the region.
Eventually we got down to the camp around 1830, and unloaded our food for the execs (I was carrying a can of diced tomatos) who started making us all dinner. We had couscous with bits of tomato, parsely and green onions to keep things easy for the vegetarians. I think it would have been a bit better with some nuts as well, but it was still quite nice. Desert involved throwing pounds (literally) of butter and brown sugar into a pot and then adding some powdered digestive biscuits. This was then added to steamed apples and raisins. Very tasty.
The tent was borrowed from the club (for free!), and was quite cramped, I ended up going to bead early with earplugs, but others stayed up to consume the alcohol they had lugged around the countryside.
The next day I woke up at 0715, but we didn't end up leaving until 1030ish, so it was a very relaxed start with plenty of time to dry our fly on the sunward slope. We took a different route back out that started with a suspension bridge and then traveled along a lower ridge before returning to the carpark.
The weekend ended with a BBQ back at the carpark as we waited for our grumpy busdrivers to get there to take us back.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Cricket
Today I partook of New Zealand's summer sport, Cricket.
There is a club called 20/20 social cricket which I joined in a fit of enthusiasm and so I went out to the Ilam (pronounced "eye-lam") fields to see what was going on. There was a mix of roughly 50/50 local Kiwis who play regularly and exchange students from the US who are into baseball. I was clearly an odd one in the bunch. Especially as my view of cricket is the one invented by that madcap genius Douglas Adams in which it is an ancient version of a war where white clad robots batted explosive balls at the key to the universe's peace and prosperity, with its three pillars of technology culture and something else I can't remember off the top of my head. Look it up on google if you are curious.
So as you can probably tell, I had no idea what was going on. I had read a short summary of the rules ~1/2 hour before but hadn't even seen a game played.
So it turns out that 20/20 is an apparently very short version of cricket in which each team gets to bowl 20 "overs" or sets of bowls by one bowler at the batters from the other team. Although if one team makes all of the batting team out play might stop then. I'm not really sure about that still. It still took from 1430 to 1745 to finish.
Because we didn't have the necessary 22 people to form two teams of 11 we ended up fielding when we weren't batting and so for the quarter of the game I wasn't even sure which team I was on! Turns out I was on the batting team first and ended up batting 6th (this is about 2 hours in.) I hit the ball once to run back and forth once. Then the ball went wide a bunch of times. Then I hit the ball and it was caught in mid flight, so I was out.
When we switched around I bowled for one over, for the first few times I didn't even realise that I was supposed to be using a straight arm for the bowls. Then by sheer fluke I took out the Kiwi I was bowling against by hitting the wikket. There was much cheering, though I subsequently was unable to even get the ball on target for the remainder of the over.
So that was boring at times, hanging out as a fielder, strangely exciting when batting in a wierd combination of golf and baseball, and finally kind of fun when I finally had figured out how points were being scored.
The next game is next Wednesday, and I will remember to put on sunscreen.
There is a club called 20/20 social cricket which I joined in a fit of enthusiasm and so I went out to the Ilam (pronounced "eye-lam") fields to see what was going on. There was a mix of roughly 50/50 local Kiwis who play regularly and exchange students from the US who are into baseball. I was clearly an odd one in the bunch. Especially as my view of cricket is the one invented by that madcap genius Douglas Adams in which it is an ancient version of a war where white clad robots batted explosive balls at the key to the universe's peace and prosperity, with its three pillars of technology culture and something else I can't remember off the top of my head. Look it up on google if you are curious.
So as you can probably tell, I had no idea what was going on. I had read a short summary of the rules ~1/2 hour before but hadn't even seen a game played.
So it turns out that 20/20 is an apparently very short version of cricket in which each team gets to bowl 20 "overs" or sets of bowls by one bowler at the batters from the other team. Although if one team makes all of the batting team out play might stop then. I'm not really sure about that still. It still took from 1430 to 1745 to finish.
Because we didn't have the necessary 22 people to form two teams of 11 we ended up fielding when we weren't batting and so for the quarter of the game I wasn't even sure which team I was on! Turns out I was on the batting team first and ended up batting 6th (this is about 2 hours in.) I hit the ball once to run back and forth once. Then the ball went wide a bunch of times. Then I hit the ball and it was caught in mid flight, so I was out.
When we switched around I bowled for one over, for the first few times I didn't even realise that I was supposed to be using a straight arm for the bowls. Then by sheer fluke I took out the Kiwi I was bowling against by hitting the wikket. There was much cheering, though I subsequently was unable to even get the ball on target for the remainder of the over.
So that was boring at times, hanging out as a fielder, strangely exciting when batting in a wierd combination of golf and baseball, and finally kind of fun when I finally had figured out how points were being scored.
The next game is next Wednesday, and I will remember to put on sunscreen.
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