I forgot to tell you all about my experience post-busting my butt on Mount Taranaki! (From blog post:
The Big One)
Remember my 3 hour hike down Mount Taranaki, and my butt-busting experience on the rock? After I got down off the volcano, I drove 2 hours south to Wanganui to stay in a great YHA hostel there for the night, and have a Sunday on the Whanganui River (“wh” is pronounced “f” like “ph”). First person I see? The same gal that I shared a room with the previous night outside Taranaki, and we are sharing a room again! (love this small country!) Turns out she is a transplanted doctor from Pakistan that has been in England and Ireland for the past 6 years, and now practicing in NZ. We are also sharing a room with another woman, whom we’ll call “Sue”. Sue is a very tall New Zealand native with a curious nighttime ritual.
The night winds down as the three of us chat on about our weekend adventures and other NZ plans. During this, Sue has prepped us for her middle of the night ritual, and has placed a banana and box of raisins next to her bed.
Sue: “I used to eat chuppies and biccies, but now I try to eat something healthier…”
Jessie: HUH? (trying to stiffle language confusion)
Um, what are “chuppies and biccies”?? Wait, What? What are you eating?
Sue: Ohhh… It must be my accent. Chippies and biccies…
(Translation = chips and cookies)
Jessie: When?
Sue: Ohhh, sometime during the night.
Jessie: Whaaaaaat?
