Injuries Nearly Fatal

Victoria's Rowing team's contribution was more on the entertainment side with such acts as a team song, a real version of 'the dance of the flaming arseholes' in which a firehose was needed to extinguish one member of the party. To top the evening off some of the party gave a full rendering of "Singing in the Rain", and quite literally it was singing in the rain as copious amounts of amber fluid burst forth from the assembled audience drenching the very naked 'choir'. All in all a cold wet experience that was quickly forgotten with two hours of very theatrical charades at a billetor's flat. (Try and act out Bangkok).

Monday was another wet and miserable day but luckily most sport was over although NZ Universities teams were playing in many sports. 6pm saw the reconvening of the Easter General Meeting of NZUSU and Victoria's Bevan Clement was elected to the executive of NZUSU, so along with Phil Sowman that sees our representation at two out of six. Congratulations Bevan.

Monday night was the Tournament Ball, being held supposedly to celebrate the engagement of guess who, Otago's royal graduate.

For $12.00 per head the ball certainly didn't hold back alcohol-wise with a full bar all night, but alas fried chicken and sandwiches just don't seem to fulfil supper requirements at such a function. It turned out to be nothing more than a glorified hop.

Afterwards were the normal end of tourney parties till the wee small hours but miraculously everyone was able to make it to the bus at 8.00am for the trio back. (Some of us who knew that it wasn't leaving till 9.00am were a bit later and received a fair amount of verbal abuse for getting everyone up so early). Thanks Luigi for the forethought to save some of the chicken from the ball for breakfast.

It was a much quieter trip back (until we got to Kaikoura for tea and some people swapped buses, for a rousing but very untuneful session of songs.) We hopped from pub to pub and small town to roadside toilet stops all the way to Picton, losing some of our number (voluntarily) along the way, finally reaching Picton half an hour before the ferry.

It was a very quiet crossing with most people catching some sleep before arriving in Wellington at 2.00am and sadly the end of yet another tournament.

Being billeted in Dunedin provided a wide range of experiences with most people finding a mattress or bed to sleep on. Cooking up feeds at all hours of the morning and coming in any time of the day or night certainly was common and all our Dunedin hosts must be thanked for their patience, tolerance and hospitality. Incidentally I was subject to such delicacies as purple porridge with yellow milk and a curry that was so hot that straight Tequila actually cooled and soothed my throat. Hopefully such diets are not the norm in Dunedin. Sporting wise Victoria's performance varied greatly from sport to sport and day to day.