Well one of my crazier (and I should know ;) friends, Florian, is leaving NZ to head back to Europe to become a teacher. He has – by a country mile – the most messed up (interesting??) accent I have ever heard. He is French, but spent quite a while in Ireland and Scotland. He was the reason I got to live in my wonderful (if run down) house – with my own river and a huge garden – and lots of great house mates. I was flatting with a guy called Jim – who is a very nice guy – just very different from me. I’d moved in about a month and then 39 Fendalton came free… and I was agonizing over leaving Jim after just a month… but Flo said something along the lines of Who’s life are you trying to make happy. Now I don’t think one should be selfish… but I was really glad he said that to me and that I moved in. I have met so many great people and just had a great time.
Then there was the time we went hiking (Flo leading) with the tramping club – and off we set into the depths of Arthur’s Pass. Up a ridge, and we were walking along and it became apparent things were a little off. Flo was adamant that we were heading South.. and said – “Look at the Sun – of course we’re heading South”… one of the party disagreed and eventually it was resolved by pulling out a compass. At which point Flo gave in (and then realised he was in the Southern Hemisphere so it was all backwards).
Then there’s his cooking… he is an AMAZING chef.. but the kitchen is a complete bomb site afterwards… and I should know as I lived with him for a few months … still.. acceptable tactical losses.
Anyway – he will be greatly missed – but I’m sure I’ll see him again somewhere!
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