I was mentioning the other day about how excited (very excited) I am about an upcoming trip I have to New Zealand. I depart in two weeks to further my climbing and mountaineering experience in preparation for some upcoming trips to New Zealand and the Himalayas in 2013.
I have a whole week climbing some smaller peaks in the Southern Alps of New Zealand’s south island, along with some ice-climbing, and we might even camp out if it isn’t too cold.
Anyway, over dinner last night, Janet, my partner, casually remarked to me…
“You don’t know how lucky you are.”
It is a favourite saying in her family, but usually reserved for occasions when you have been spoilt, been very spoilt!
I’ve heard it often!
Sensibly, I approached the comment with caution, not sure if this was serious or mischief, although odds-on it was mischief in the making. It wasn’t my birthday, it was unlikely I was getting a gift or present, besides with all the climbing gear I have bought recently even TomO, our son, remarked that I had already received my Christmas presents…for the next few years! (note to self, tell Janet about the new back-pack)
“Have you thought about all the activities and holidays you are about to embark on?”
I sensed where this was heading and there was a cheeky glint in both of their eyes, but in the interest of self-preservation I played dumb, which isn’t too hard for me!
You see, we were due to have a holiday in April this year on a tropical island located in the island nation of Fiji in the romantic South Pacific. As it turns out on the very island, Yasawa Island, that was featured in the movie Blue Lagoon. However, due to extreme weather it had to be postponed to this September as you could not even get to the small resort by boat or plane at the time.
The holiday was planned as a thank you to Janet from her boys for putting up with one who is rapidly approaching puberty and the other that hasn’t grown up yet…
I’m sure you’ve got it figured who’s who in the zoo here…
Anyway, this is the cool bit.
I head to New Zealand and the tail-end of its winter on a Friday. The day after I return I am participating in Tough Mudder, a 20-kilometre commando style course peppered with obstacles that you have to jump over, climb over, hurdle flaming hay bales, and even get zapped by 10,000 volts after being submerged in ice-cold water (is that supposed to be fun?) and then, get this, onto Fiji the very next day.
Mind you, our flight to Fiji is at silly-o’clock in the morning, and there is a chance, okay a big chance, there will be a few beers after Tough Mudder, either that or I’ll be in the back of an ambulance or something similar suffering third degree burns, or hypothermia…
And Janet added,
“if that isn’t enough when we get home from Fiji we are going to the Blue Mountains, just to the west of Sydney, to do some climbing and abseiling for a few days”…
I’m betting that while TomO and I climb, Janet will be putting the credit card through its paces in the quaint galleries and dress shops that are a part of the Blue Mountains scene…
And who would I be to complain!
love reading about your adventures,,,btw….the tough mudder is on my to do race…..i’m starting with the diva dash and want to work up to it…..
Good work BG, I’m looking forward to Tough Mudder..!! Baz