So, we are here in Greymouth after taking a long train ride (more tomorrow on that).
We got to the hotel.
Guess what I suggested?
“Let’s go to that green area on Google Maps! It’s called King Park.”
It’s green for a good reason:

What the hell. Let’s do it anyway. All 700 feet from the highway. Bernie is wondering wth has happened to her hubby.




What is there to do in Greymouth on a Saturday night? Not much. We found a craft brewery & restaurant called “Monteith’s” that has a mediocre Irish band thumping away.
Bernie ordered a Brisket Burger. I ordered a Vietnamese beef salad.
Bernie has had two draft beers (she NEVER drinks beer), and I have had a beer and…
A glass of rose.

As I walked back to our table I realized that my estrogen and Bernie’s testosterone levels may have reversed…
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