We just hired two kiwi brothers down at the ole shed. I told them a few story's that Nic has blessed us with. Now, I will share with you.
When we first checked into 'Billabong Backpackers' back in March, we met a 'kiwi' named Nic. He only spent one night in the room with us and was forced to leave because he didn't book his room in time. That night he planned to get really drunk, and sleep in a construction site. The next morning he came back the hostel and looked very rough. He did sleep in a construction site, and his bed in our room, remained empty all night. Choked.
He bought a van about a week after that, 'Vangina', and has slept in it every night, except for 3 when he has slept in a hostel. Hostel costs about $150 a week, he bought the van for $600. Defiantly paid itself off a long time ago.
He has to be the most unphotogenic person I have ever met. Almost every picture he takes, he has his head cranked back, squinted eyes, and a stupid smirk.
The amount of sour cream he eats would sicken most. More sour cream than there are potato wedges. When he went camping with Matt and Drew, he apparently lost it in a small convenient store because they only had low fat sour cream. We made nachos today, and Matt knocked the empty sour cream container onto Nic, and some spilt on his lap. He sucked it off his shorts.
My favourite story goes as follows;
He came back one day at dinner time and told us that he met a girl and was going camping with her that weekend. We immediately requested details. Well, he was leaving I.G.A with groceries, when he saw a stand set up out front. Green Peace. He walked by and one of the girls started asking him a few questions. We're not really sure what he said to her, but in the end, she had agreed to go on a trip with him in the vangina. The weekend came, and he left. For three days we pondered what was going on. What kind of stories will he return with? The day came and he arrived back. She was a vegetarian. Nic eats a lot of meat, gets 'meat sweats'. He once told me he can't have a meal if it doesn't involve meat. He said on one of the nights the weather was bad and was pouring rain. He was in the back of the van cooking up 'huge slabs' of bacon, while she was in the front seat cowering. Pure gold.
ah true!
