The Avon Ditch
So, especially for all my old friends and family up in Hamilton, I just remembered I meant to let you know of a conversation I had with Blair.
Blair is my 18 year old cousin who has recently moved way down south to Christchurch to attend university. When I was up in Chch about a month ago, I caught up with him and we went for a drive alongside the Avon River after lunch. (Blair, being a rower, wanted to see where the rowing club was.)
He cracked me up by constantly asking if this seriously was the Avon River. Though the best line, however, came a little later.
"This isn't a river, it's a stream. Not even that. Up north, this is what we would call a ditch!"
Oh we were spoilt growing up with the Waikato River!
Blair is my 18 year old cousin who has recently moved way down south to Christchurch to attend university. When I was up in Chch about a month ago, I caught up with him and we went for a drive alongside the Avon River after lunch. (Blair, being a rower, wanted to see where the rowing club was.)
He cracked me up by constantly asking if this seriously was the Avon River. Though the best line, however, came a little later.
"This isn't a river, it's a stream. Not even that. Up north, this is what we would call a ditch!"
Oh we were spoilt growing up with the Waikato River!
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