I had planned on spending Christmas on the remote West Coast cycling from Sandy Cape to Arthurs River.
My mother had even given me a can of Turkey Spam and some Christmas decorations to take with me so I could celebrate a little bit of Christmas … even if I was by myself.
|Seriously … Turkey Spam exists|
However, due to (a) everything in Wynyard being shut, except the BWS bottleshop, and (b) my having left my fuel for my fuel stove back with my bike in Corrina … my Christmas lunch consisted of Turkey Spam and four cans of Bourbon and Coke.
Thankfully Stephan drove up that afternoon to save me with something a little more substantial for dinner.
A Christmas I won’t soon forget.