The End of the Story

It’s been pretty quiet at my blog and I’m on my plane to Brisbane now. So it’s time to let you know how the master of disaster survived his roadtrip.
And to make it as spectaclular as possible, I did what I can do best, just for my dear audience…
Xmas in the summer feels pretty weird – that’s probably the reason why you ‘get on the piss’ (Kiwi-slang for getting drunk) even before breakfast. And the oldies (grandparents of Cookie) were at some days even the first ones to begin the day like that. After that, the dad (in whom I found my master of the mo(-stache) ) repaired all kind of toys, like the motor boat or the two jetskis, which we took for a ride in the afternoon – pretty oldschool, loud and stinky, but cool as… just mean machines with heaps of power!
And as you know me, I don’t brake before something breaks. So the time passed and we had more and more fun, until the sunshine introduced the last day for me in Wanaka… starting it with riding bikes from the 80’s in a funpark built for MTBs from today, it went on with taking the surfboard out for a ride on the river underneath a bridge and getting the boat started. Warming up in the cold water with some jetski-action and playing with it in the wake of the motorboat, I got into the powered curves and cutting them tighter and tighter – until the jetski, which usually has a surprisingly good traction, started sliding sideways throwing me off, but still holding onto the steering to not loose the jetski… I landed with my chin on the side of the jetski, resulting in – maybe you remember the pictures of my longboard crash 10 month ago – the third bloody scar at my shin… Ok, maybe I should change the discipline, so let’s try wakeboarding behind a boat! First try – holding onto the rope to get the waterstart going, I was still holding the handle but the other half of the rope was driving away with the boat… To get the line back onto the boat, I was holding it up while the boat was passing me – a sudden ‘klonk’ got my attention and I thought I hit the hull of the boat, but the shocked faces on the boat told me that sth was wrong. I looked on my kiteboard and saw two big scars on the downside, with one of them coming out on the other side close to my left toe… FUCK & LUCK, that is what crossed my mind the rest of the day… FUCK because my indestructible kiteboard got destroyed (the only part of my kitegear that never had any problems), LUCK because I still have all my toes on my feet (which is much more important, but still unpleasant to think about how close it was).
And so I drove up the east coast, having a bad feeling in my stomach and a serious headache for 3 days – the price I probably had to pay the price for a Kiwi style Xmas.
And now I’m in Brisbane it’s time for me to take the plane to Sydney to have a bloody awesome time with Jannemann 2.0.
This story will be continued later…

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