I literally have no words. I was enjoying the bus ride from Nelson to Franz Josef and chatting to a charming German Girl (yes I realise that the words 'charming' and 'german' haven't been used in the same sentence before) until we stopped for some lunch. All of a sudden the Big Green Kiwi Experience bus pulls up at this random cafe on this random part of road on this random day that we both happening to be travelling on AGAIN. I know I said i was lost for words and the fact that I am writing words doesn't really support this assertion but I can asure you that I was lost for words and have since found some. I desperately searched for a side exit to get out to my coach unscathed but I couldn't find one, I was sure I'd got my reverse stalking techniques right on this one and wouldn't be seeing them again for a while. I saw this guy I'd spoke to from the bus called Robin and I did have suspicions that he maybe a bit of a c*** but I went upto him anyway and gave an embarrased line along the lines of "this is just getting weird now". His response was "what the hell are you doing here?". Robin obviously works in PR when he is at home cause his people skills seem top notch. What the hell am I doing here? what the f*ck are you doing here you moron. Do you own New Zealand Robin? His response really infuriated me but at least I had the satisfaction of being right in my original assertion that Robin is infact a cock. At least when I bump into the Irish girls all the time (they were on my bus also) we have some banter about the whole situation and we've seen each other in 2 countries. We have little in jokes that we share such as "im going to report you" or "bye, see you tomorrow probably". Also, the fact that they have awesome irish accents and are not males called Robin makes it far more enjoyable and I actually look forward to seeing them. The rest of the bus ride flew by, despite all the crap earlier I actually enjoyed my 8 hours on the bus. We stopped off in loads of sleepy towns along the way and it was good to get a feel for the South Island. We passed through a town that had a population of 2, obviously this isn't as impressive as 'Angie World' which has a population of 1. When we arrived at Franz Josef I was annoyed again when I saw the Big Green Bus parked up outside a hostel. After wondering as to whether if they knew my surname was Green, would they call me a 'Big Green ......' I wondered off and checked into a motel with Sky tv with the intention of getting up at 4 to watch England v Trinidad.