To continue the tale Mrs Fogg actually found out she had collected dirty pebbles from the beach not priceless stones, oh well who knew (pick me, pick me)

Onward then toward Franz Josef Glacier for our hike tomorrow. On the way we stopped at Pukepura which has the “Puke Pub” serving road kill BBQ (well it would if it hadn’t closed down).

Desperate to spend a penny Mrs Fogg went into the Bushman’s cafe opposite, who refused to let her use the facilities unless she bought something (indeed a sign read, “Not for public use, for customers only, if you have to use them it’s 50 cents per piss”, written in several languages).

In the Bushman’s Cafe they have all manner of signs up and it’s difficult to tell if they are tongue in cheek or genuine banjo strummers! Amongst some of the scrawled signs were “We sell coffee, not cappuccino or espresso or even that gay French latte, just coffee!” or “The hats are here to buy not for picture taking” or “If you are intending to try on a hat and walk around looking like an idiot, don’t bother”, coupled with a sign outside next to a bloodied guillotine stating “notice to all politicians, government bureaucrats, greedy corporate CEO’s, Rip off merchants, over paid bureaucrats (sucking off the tit), Remember the French Revolution Your Day is Coming”.

So continually looking over our shoulders for the wierd looking kid strumming his banjo we decided to beat a hasty retreat and Mrs Fogg heeded the advice by using the bush!