Day 6 - Sounds doubtful

Well I received an answer from a sea kayaking company that works in a place called Doubtful Sound in Fiordland, NZ.  Hilarious.  Freakin' British.  So anyway they prefer to hire Kiwis but they wanted my info to "peruse" anyway.  So I gave it to them.  Work visas seem pretty on par with the red tape you would expect from any country in the commonwealth, so we'll see how that works out.  I'm not expecting too much from it, that I way I won't be disappointed.  Sound's doubtful anyway. 

Come on that was hilarious.

Also for those doubters (I just can't stop) my apostrophe was in the right place there, cause it's a pun, and

 as Stu knows, and maybe Willsy too, and Deb can certainly appreciate if she hasn't already 

heard: A good pun is its own reword.

D6

               

Opocopa sucks.  It sucks like a very small scorpion in your sandals in the morning.  It sucks like being the wrongful recipient of a sucker punch.  It sucks like getting blamed for someone else’s fart in a room of people you’ve just met.  It sucks like seeing a little baby chick in the egg you just cracked for breakfast.  It sucks like looking in your underwear drawer and – you get the idea.  Headwinds straight up a long 40 k lake throwing up 3 foot swells stay our progress to a crawl as we wrestle to move forward.  Some sections must be walked as the lake is a shallow glacial creation and even in our high water 3 feet is the average depth in this spot.  CRANBERRIES EVERYWHERE.