We set out the other day to climb Mount Hobson via the Windy Canyon route. From Claris, we caught a lift with Peter, a retired doctor who later admitted that he only picked us up because Natalie has nice legs. Peter is a slow speaking, careful driving impulsive man with somewhat bizarre metaphysical theories that revolve around the healing power of love and bioelectric energy. Initially, Peter had only planned on driving us to Grey’s road, north-east of Claris. As Peter was letting us out, Natalie kindly offered up my web design services for Peter’s blossoming non-profit organization. Unexpectedly, this caused Peter to grow very excited. He demanded that we get back in the car (4Runner), saying that we were going to Port Fitzroy. Port Fitzroy is a rather far distance from the Windy Canyon path, but hitch hiking often leads to unexpected events. Adventure is found by those who grasp for it. With little idea what would happen next, we hopped back into the car.
Peter mumbled something about a Land Rover and began driving in the opposite direction. We quickly arrived at an auto yard and pulled up next to a Land Rover from the 1960’s. Peter alluded to the idea that the Land Rover (nicknamed “The Beast”) had not yet been fixed. Of course, this begged the obvious question of why we were preparing to take a journey in a vehicle that needed to be fixed. I thought it was prudent to not ask this question as Peter popped the clutch and a cloud of black smoke poured forth from the exhaust.
Soon, we were roaring off in the Beast. Come to find out, Peter was on a mission to steal a decaying boat from the side of the road in Port Fitzroy. He wanted to put it on his front yard and paint it orange. Apparently, this is all the rage in Brazil where Peter had recently visited. We drove all the way to Port Fitzroy, conducting a conversation by shouting over the constant roar of the Beast. Between the sound of the Beast and Peter’s low talking, I missed over half of the conversation. In Port Fitroy we came upon the oldest most decaying row boat I have ever seen, laying half buried in the weeds. After much struggling and finagling, the three of us manage to get the boat into the back of the Beast.
After only 2 weeks in New Zealand we had become thieves by association. Yikes!


Hey guys!
Wow…you have traveled so so far in a such a short amount of time. That is amazing!! It definitely helps things along that you are two of the most open and friendly people I have ever met. I am officially addicted to your web page. haha!
have you gotten any americanos?
looove krystal
@Krystal Geisen - Ha, I love your addiction. You are so nice! Right, so we had a whole boatload of Americanos in Europe but so far we have not had one in New Zealand. You can bet that when we get back to the mainland that will be high on my list of priorities!
It’s official Krystal! We have had some Americanos here in New Zealand. However, it’s called a Long Black (3 shots of espresso and hot water), their is also the Short Black (2 shots of espresso and hot water). Everything has a different name here. Like a Coffee Misto, its a White Flat. Yup, although New Zealand an English speaking country. Sometimes it feels like we are trying to learn a new language.
Thanks for the encouragement Krystal. Have some Starbucks beans for me and tell Nick I said “hi”.
Hurray for your learning the Aussie/Kiwi coffee terms! Australia was where I first learned how to do coffee as a barista, so coming home when I got a job at a coffee shop people looked at me weird when I wanted to give them short blacks instead of Americano’s
@ Justin-
I love this story man, it’s totally awesome! Do you still keep in contact with Peter the metaphysical doctor? Has he painted that boat?
We do not still keep in contact with Peter as he does not really use the internet. Then again who know, he could be reading all of your comments! When I last saw him, a week after the boat stealing incident, he had decided not to paint the boat. He said that he ended up liking the natural look better.
Ha! You were in the states trying to give people short blacks. I love it.