Wallady Beet, Who Are Yae and Elgin via Coast

Don't worry the title will all make sense in the end. Did a bit of island hopping yesterday, went from the South Island to the North Island where I'll be until the end of the RWC. Came over on the Interislander but chose not to take in the stunning scenery, instead plonking myself in the bar to watch the Wales v Samoa game, good decision I think, very good game.

Anyway (Mr Smith, again) whats the title all about. Well I'm now in Wellington, or Wallady Beet. Kev Simpson asked me whether it was a right or a left pegger, will let you know when I leave Kev.

Who are yae refers to my night watching the Ireland v Australia game in Christchurch on Saturday. Had my Scotland football top on and a guy (der Hun) came over to me at the end of the game and asked me where I was watching the Old Firm game or if there was anywhere to watch it in Christchurch. The look on his face when I had to tell him that I genuinely didn't know there was an Old Firm game on was priceless. I really had no idea they were playing and Der Hun's sudden realisation that the entire Scottish football world didn't revolve around him humoured me.

Checked into the Hostel in Wallady Beet last night ($4 for a pint, cheapest I've found so far, had a few last night, just to taste it you see) to be allocated room 305. Instant thought was that I can get as drunk as I want and I'll never forget my room number. It's the 305, Elgin via coast, or the Cullen bus.

On a slightly more sombre note, I mentioned in my first blog entry how much of a ghost down that Christchurch was after the Earthquake. It was 100 times worse when the sun went down. Walked to the Hagley Park fanzone in Christchurch to watch the All Blacks v Japan game on Friday night and when walking back in the dark you realise how few people there are going about. The hostel was right on the edge of the Red Zone (the part of the city centre that's all closed off) and having to pass round the edge of the Red Zone you realise how quiet it is. None of the shops are open on the edge of it, there are no people going around and there are fences around houses with loads of flowers on them and it's not hard to figure out what that means. Bizarre, it would be like walking down Belmont St on a Friday night and there not being anyone there.

Enough of the sombre stuff though. Time to go explore the Wallady. Argies in the Cake Tin on Sunday, can't wait, will be major nerves for that one. Come on Scotland!!!!!!!