On Thursday morning Izak and I stuffed our car with food, clothes and alcohol, we stopped at various shops to gather more food and alcohol, and headed into Auckland City to board our ferry. My little Toyota’s belly was hanging low to the deck, the boat was happily bearing us away, my car was full of booze.
The weather for our ferry ride was good. We stood out on the deck, I ate my amazing chicken and basil pesto pie and we watched as we passed other boats. The most notable of which was the Steinlarger 2, a pretty red yacht.
Are you starting to see the theme here?
When we arrived at Waiheke, one of the first things I wanted to do after we disburden our booze heavy car, was to go and look in the pretty little ceramics shop and covet all the things I will never be able to afford. After that, we found ourselves in a brewery buying a litre of craft beer, because hey, it looked like we didn’t have enough back at the batch.
That night, while the chicken was getting thoroughly and perfectly roasted in the oven, I travelled once more to where the ferry parked to pick up Kristof and Zara. When they reached the batch they added their liquor to our liquor and my god, we had a lot of liquor. We thought to ourselves, there is no way, noooooo waaaaaay, that we four, will drink all this alcohol.

But we did.

Oh ho yes, yes we did.

At some point in the blur of days that followed, I drew this demented masterpiece.

Drink responsibly kids. God damn we are good role models.

Peace out,
Becky Hunt