Phoenix

I would like to tell you much about our trip to Phoenix and the lovely drive through Arizona, but it was largely uneventful. The highlights being the many tall cactus we saw along the road. I had to resort to air drumming to entertain myself which Celia found most amusing, she says my action is too stiff for a drummer. Well I am still learning.

We eventually managed to find a place to stay for the night just outside Phoenix on Lake Saguaro after many hours of frustrating driving. We had bought a patch to fix our hole in the tent, but all it managed to do was make it 5 times the size, so sleeping on the ground sheets was the only option once again and it made me pretty grumpy as i was starting to enjoy these creature comforts. Well nothing I experienced that evening could have matched the grumpiness shown by Celia (and me) when we realised before church on the Sunday that this campsite had no running water whatsoever, not even a tap. Well you should have seen the two of us walking into the majestic 'Phoenix First' church. Boemelaars is a word that comes to mind and I'm sure they must have thought we were perfect candidates to get saved. They had a fantastic easter production on and an easter egg hunt which was sadly only for children.

This actually got me thinking about the easter bunny hunt they have on in NZ every year where everyone goes out and, instead of finding eggs, shoots as many cute little bunnies as they can on the easter weekend. Only the Kiwis.