How was your Christmas Day? Mine started in an unusual fashion, almost acquiring a broken finger courtesy of a grumpy parrot at the hostel I was staying at. (Perhaps he would later be visited by a ghost showing him a vision of what Christmas future would be like if he kept assualting the guests?) The bird in question also gave rise to the name of the hostel, The Pickled Parrot (in Paihia, Bay of Islands), on account of him helping himself to people's drinks! I can assure you he didn't get any of mine though!
Thankfully the day only got better from there. The hostel laid on a free bacon and eggs brunch with bucks fizz. Quite a change from the usual Christmas fayre (which I did miss!) but it went down very well, especially since it was a lovely warm sunny day so we ate outside.
Later in the day, we played cricket on the beach. The pace of the game got progressively slower not just due to tiring players but due to the tide. Since it was coming in, more and more of the 'field' was in the sea, slowing down those players unfortunate to turn up in their swimming costumes and hence ending up having to swim out to fetch the ball.
So that was my Christmas Day. Very different, and certainly one that will stick in the memory as being so.
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