Seventh day I was supposed to go white water rafting but was too hung over. Just as well because a girl the day before fell out of the raft, got her leg caught in between rocks and nearly drowned, the guide had to break her leg to get it out. Hung over me and those who didn't go rafting or horse riding played extreme giant jenga! Passed through a town called Bulls where the police station was called Consta-Bull - don't you just love cops that can take the piss out of themselves? Off to Wellington which is on a major earthquake fault! For those who don't know its' the capital of NZ. So what do you think we did tonight? We did what we do everynight and try to take over the world....no sorry actually get drunk or in the words of the talented black eye peas "lets get retarded" (wise words). Anyways hit the base backpacker bar for some jagerbombs (glup back a jagermeister and redbull-letal!) and on to Courtenay place where we danced some more.