Wednesday 16th May 2007Journal brought to you by Sophie Today was a very good day all thanks to the wonders of Kiwi Experience.. We would never have been able to do anything like this if we hadn't of joined the bus.  These past few weeks have been some of the greatest fun I have ever had.  All the people are so lovely, our driver Jimmy is an absolute legend and knows what he is talking about and the sights we have seen are out of this world.  I am running out of adjectives to say about New Zealand because I feel they do not turly justify the beauty of the place and the pictures certainly don't either.  Tamara started the day off well by making myself and Steve some delicious porridge then we went to visit a site called the Pancake Rocks in Punakaiki.  The Pancake Rocks are a heavily eroded limestone area where the sea bursts though a number of vertical blowholes during high tides. Thus this forms the 'pancake'-layering effect of the limestone.  We had a lovely walk in the rain enjoying these sights and then went back to the café where Ricky stupidly bet Tami that she couldn't eat a stack of pancakes, a cheese, tomato and onion toastie and a plate of wedges with sour cream.  He of little faith.  He lost the bet.  We then drove onto a little town called Greymouth that is supposedly incestuous.  Although not as much as Lower Brailes according to Tami which is the most inbred village in the UK.  She maintains because she moved there she is exempt from that statistic.  Greymouth gets its main income from people off the Kiwi Experience bus buying fancy dress costumes.  This is because this part of the trip is where we spend the night at the pub owned and run by the oldest publican in New Zealand at 82 and have a fancy dress party there, known as the Poo Pub Party.  Each bus that passes through there is given a different theme and ours was the letter P.  I frantically ran around the shops trying to find something to wear but I had no idea.  Someone stole one of my ideas and then I was going to wear this dress for my idea but saw some grandma wearing it and didn't think it therefore was quite the look I was going for.By 8:30 (the party started at 9) I still didn't have an outfit where as Tami had spent the last four hours putting the finishing touches to her amazing pool table.  She had basically got a box covered it in green paper and lined it with gold and black strips for the edge of the table.  She had then coloured in and numbered polystyrene balls and made a cue, a triangle and some chalk to stick on it.  On the other side it had a score card which had all our friends from the bus on (I was losing quite badly according to it)  and the other side had a sign proclaiming that it was the Poo Pub Party Pool Hall.  She looked awesome.  It should be mentioned that she also won first prize for her efforts which was a $159 canyon swing in Queenstown.  I was very proud of her and thought she deserved it.Everyone else looked very good too.  This is a list of what they went as;Phantom of the Opera - MikeParty Animal - RickyParatrooper - BrianPatriotic American Plasterer - StevePretty Boy/Posh Boy - JamesPainter - DanPuppy - MaddieProdigy/Punk Rocker - JamiePatient - SarahPirate - EmilyI, in the end, decided on going as Pippi Longstocking (although to my horror discovered the girl in the room next door to me also had chosen this idea) and wore my black skirt, some boys striped hockey socks, a striped black and white top and Tami ingeniously put pipe cleaners in my plaits so that they stood up on end.  Everyone was amazed how my hair stood on end because you couldn't see them at all.  Brilliant.  It was a very good night and I had a lot of fun.  Just to let you know Father alcohol was involved but not in excessive amounts?