My original plan was to go with David to Nelson when he went to work, but given that I hadn't felt well enough to pack any of my things last night, I didn't end up doing that as I knew Hamish had a doctor's appointment at 4, so I could always go in with Heather then. However, Hamish had been complaining about his wrist recently, and Heather thought it'd be best to get it X-Rayed, and also get Mitch, their dog whose been limping, put down. She wasn't too happy with the vets, as she first rang last week, and then they had said they didn't go that way, and then she saw them drive right past, and then the next time she rang they had lost all the information. When she rang today, they said they only had afternoon appointments, which would have clashed with her plans to take Hamish in for a X-Ray and then go to his doctor's appointment, but then she managed to guilt trip the vet into coming at 11.30, which gave me enough time to have a shower and pack, as well as picking more bee balm.

Dougal, Heather and Dave's friend who was there at the weekend, said I would be able to stay the night at his house tonight, as he lives really near to the airport, ready for my 6.55 flight tomorrow morning, so Heather dropped my bags off into his van at his work (which is the same place Dave works), and then into 'town', although I was being a bit dumb about where 'town' was. I thought it was Richmond for some reason, and I was looking at a map of Richmond in a leaflet I picked up at the self serve frozen yoghurt place, and not being able to see any of the roads that was supposed to be there, and then when I saw shops being called 'Nelson so-and-so', thinking 'Oh, Richmond must call itself part of Nelson'. It was only when I recognised the bead shop that it clicked. I had a walk round a few of the shops, with the aim of finding a bottle shop to get Dougal some bourbon and cola to say thank you. After that, I headed to the art gallery, until I discovered you had to pay an entrance fee (it was only $3 but I thought it'd be more worth it if I had more time and I felt a bit funny from being ill and walking in the heat) so I sat in the park and read up on the South American directories. Towards 4.30, I walked back to where the cathedral is, where there seemed to be a puppet show being filmed, but I didn't want to look to much as 'girl staring straight at the camera in the background' might have ruined whatever it was they were doing a bit.

Dougal picked me up, and we went back to his and played a few games of pool, and then we went to the pub to have a jerk chicken burger each, and to watch a rugby match (which I liked given that it's quite a kiwi thing).