Weekend

Sunday started with rain. After that it cleared up, just to become even more raining. But today we wanted to see the jet boat race on the Shotover River. Dick was also interested and drove me and Victor to the old Shotover Bridge. After we had arrived, the first boat came up the river. It was amazing, how fast they drove on this river. Almost as fast as the boats was the strong wind. It was so strong, that it was raining horizontally. On ten to two we started to search for the bus stop, because we made an appointment with Anna. Unfortunately the guys we asked, sent us to the false side of the bridge and we didn’t found her. After we had come back to the bridge, we found her near the car parking. She came with her host family and went up to the bus stop, looking for us. Dick decided to go home, but we stayed, because Anna hadn’t seen a boat yet. After a couple of minutes, the first boat came down the river. There was only the possibility to look at the boat with the wind in the back. Against the wind you saw nothing.
After a few boats we were wet enough to leave the bridge and walked to the bus stop. We were good luck: The next Bus would go in ten minutes. Anna wanted to wait for her host family and so, only Victor and I went on the bus.

Robertson St 42, Frankton