The master plan
Here it is, in a nutshell as they say:
continue working in the UK (note I didn't necessarily say the East Riding of Yorkshire - wishful thinking) until about Feb next year. Head back to NZ for the grand wedding of the century with the Snuffindell and Red Force whenever that might be...gather the crew (or anyone in the Beige Brigade) and head to the Windies sometime after that to lax out on the beach with a couple of good friends, such as a beer in one hand, and a .... in the other. Cruise the islands with all the cricket freaks, actually I might lose them by going underwater a lot and getting one of 'dem SCUBA passes. A certain Rooster could help in that department.
Then hit Cuba, rent a Cadillac, and smoke a cigar (even though I don't like them) and salute Che. From Cuba, hopefully the other countries will let me in...Guatemala, Honduras, Panama grabs me, Costa Rica looks amazing, Venezuela, semi-keen to run the Colombian border (you never know if I get caught, they may have diversion!!), Belize for the Blue Hole, some rainforests. Crikey! and you never know I may get into South America and end up meeting the Big Bad Brad in Arg, and then off to Brasil for the beach and the carnival.
Which leads me to the European leg of the tour, back in September for those already paid for tickets to the World Cup AB's vs someone and Samoa vs. someone. Should be some great haka action! Then young Markus and I will hit the south of France - with a vengeance!
Then hopefully, the whanau get their colective A's into G and we hit the villa in France or Tuscany?? What a perfect way to end the trip.
Soooooo better start the saving...again. Oops.
No more lunchtimes in the garden bar. Yeah right.
continue working in the UK (note I didn't necessarily say the East Riding of Yorkshire - wishful thinking) until about Feb next year. Head back to NZ for the grand wedding of the century with the Snuffindell and Red Force whenever that might be...gather the crew (or anyone in the Beige Brigade) and head to the Windies sometime after that to lax out on the beach with a couple of good friends, such as a beer in one hand, and a .... in the other. Cruise the islands with all the cricket freaks, actually I might lose them by going underwater a lot and getting one of 'dem SCUBA passes. A certain Rooster could help in that department.
Then hit Cuba, rent a Cadillac, and smoke a cigar (even though I don't like them) and salute Che. From Cuba, hopefully the other countries will let me in...Guatemala, Honduras, Panama grabs me, Costa Rica looks amazing, Venezuela, semi-keen to run the Colombian border (you never know if I get caught, they may have diversion!!), Belize for the Blue Hole, some rainforests. Crikey! and you never know I may get into South America and end up meeting the Big Bad Brad in Arg, and then off to Brasil for the beach and the carnival.
Which leads me to the European leg of the tour, back in September for those already paid for tickets to the World Cup AB's vs someone and Samoa vs. someone. Should be some great haka action! Then young Markus and I will hit the south of France - with a vengeance!
Then hopefully, the whanau get their colective A's into G and we hit the villa in France or Tuscany?? What a perfect way to end the trip.
Soooooo better start the saving...again. Oops.
No more lunchtimes in the garden bar. Yeah right.
Comments
You forgot the bit about bringing back serveral k's of coke from Columbia to sell at inflated prices for the world cup....or maybe just spend the rest of your days in a Columbian gaol cell!
I like the sound of the Winodes mate - I'm saving already (yeah, RIGHT!)