Motuihe Island

Motuihe Island with tramping club. During the day we walked around the island and sun-tanned on the beach. I now have a permanent white bathing suit or “togs” print, compliments of the sun. You can even see how I tied my bow. I was reading a book by Ian McKewan (favorite author) and didn’t realize how long I had been lying on my stomach…too long, I know this now.

Unbeknownst to us “tramps,” there was a yachting race sponsored by BMW and Steinlager who were to concede and share the patch of land known as Motuihe Island. Would you like some land with that beach? I lay out next to the path with a few other girls and only a savy grandfathery old man knew what we were up to, rhetorically asking if we were sitting in this area to check out all of the men on the way in.” He may have been joking, but he was actually right. The next group was a rowdy bunch who we obviously had to make friends with. Eventually they got our numbers and promised to teach us how to sail and take us fishing. Hopefully the numbers didn’t wash off on their drunken adventure back to Auckland. They were definitley “on the piss” a.k.a drunk. One guy pretended he was in the band and used the tamborine to play along. Another went to claim a prize and while saying “speech, speech, speech” as if he could even speak those words, was spilling his beer without noticing. Everyone was laughing at this, but he thought they were laughing at his speech comment. I watched him as he began to slurp down the remaining drops of Steinlager and didn’t even notice the lack there of. I guess it’s better he didn’t drink it.