Becky doesn't know why I took this picture of her, and neither do I.
A glass of New Zealand wine.
Check out this man's necklace.
Check out this woman's necklace! They're mussel shells!
Day 23 (I think) We went to the Marlborough wine festival on valentine's day. Becky ate a lamb shank. I ate wild tahr, which I found out is wild mountain goat. Yum! I did not catch it myself, however. Someone else did and put it into a wrap. I had decided upon hearing of this festival to participate in the "fashion in the vines" contest they were holding, in order to present New Zealand with a little taste of North American mid west/hipster/Pacific northwest glam. I wore a native american designed bear on a red shirt, black leggings with neon splatter paint, a neckerchief, and a cowboy hat. I did not win the contest. I didn't even make it into the final round. In fact, they didn't even give me a number so I could be called upon in the contest. Maybe I shouldn't have tipped them off by listing my occupation on the entry form as "illustrator, graphic designer, and performance artist". Oh well. The festival, in the end, was a well crafted excuse for women to wear revealing clothing and for everyone to get drunk and fall asleep in the sun. And get sunburned.
I, fortunately, remembered to wear my super SPF40+ sunscreen (I've been running through the stuff like water in the desert). Anyway, after our stint at the festival, Becky and I got a ride back into Blenheim, and spent the rest of the afternoon drinking coffee, and hanging out at the hostel.
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