We were somewhere around Christchurch, at the edge of the island, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like,
“I feel a bit light-headed. Maybe you should drive.”
Suddenly, there was a terrible roar all around us, and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screetching and diving around the car… and a voice was screaming,
“Holy Jesus, what are these goddamned animals?”
“Did you say something?”
“Hmm? Never mind. It’s your turn to drive.”
No point mentioning these bats, I thought. The poor bastard’ll see them soon enough.
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. We’re planning on hitting the hotpools, the pancake rocks, the glaciers, the wonders of Queenstown and just about anything else that passes our fancy. But YES, THERE WILL BE PIES! Anyone know whatcrack Jeff was smoking this morning? Maybe it’s a subtle reference to our roadtrip, which is going to be BATSHIT INSANE!