If someone had told me that on my travels I would end up in a pub dressed as a paedophile (yes that is the correct spelling, Mr iPod) catholic priest, I would have laughed it off. Then, as I stand in the Poo Pub in Lake Mahinapua wearing "love machine" boxer shorts, a dog collar and a baby doll chained by the neck to my waist, I would stand very much corrected. How did this happen? Well...

The start of the day was spent with us clearing up the mess from the impromptu party we held the night before. We had a nice walk around Cape Foulwind (lovely name) followed by the Pancake Rocks and lookouts on the west coast, before we headed to Greymouth to get costumes for the night's themed costume party: "bad taste". I already had an idea of the costume I wanted, and when I chanced upon a black shirt and a baby doll in the local charity shop (the latter given to me for free by a generous/concerned/scared shop assistant) I knew I was sorted. I bought some chains and boxers and my costume came to about 15 dollars. The prize for the best costume is a free Shotover Canyon Swing in Queenstown, worth 200 bucks.

The night itself was pretty cool. After being served a slap up steak dinner I got dressed, after discovering a bottle of milk had leaked in my bag (transporting milk is the worst idea I ever had). That started my evening off on a sour (thank you) note but I had done the washing up so our bus driver Jed bought me a jug of beer to go with the one I had before and to complement my bottle of red wine that I'd bought at happy hour price. There were some pretty weird costumes out there, some I understood, some I didn't, but based on the reception I got from most people, my costume was pretty horrific taste. And if that wasn't enough, you should have seen me dancing. I felt like I had a pretty good chance of winning the prize, along with "two girls one cup" (google it - NOT at work!), the gimps and other such costumes that my hazy memory has omitted.

When we got kicked out of the pub, we decided to go to the lake and see glowworms in the dark. Next to a campsite. Drunk. And oh so very loud. I'm sure the campers loved us, especially when I told everyone to screech loudly to make the glowworms glow brighter. Sorry guys...