you know the best part about tramping? the stories afterwards. i've spent my day recounting my tales of the bush. and each time the hills get bigger, the backpacks heavier and the time we were lost longer.

i love a good story.

and i don't even need to know the people involved. eg a friend of a friend who got asked out by a stranger in the street and who agreed to it. so random. so not wellington. such a good story.

but it is even better when you're involved. like with me and the tramping.

i love a good story.

so with this in mind let me issue a retraction. on friensterdotcom i wrote a testamonial for HRC along the lines of HRC is a wus when it comes to jellyfish. it turns out HRC is not the only one afraid of jellies in wellington harbour. you see today i went for a swim at oriental bay and got neck deep, thought i touched a jelly, and ran out at speed and pretended i needed to work on my tan. which i don't, clearly.

so: although i love a good story, in this case the story was kind of only vaguely related to the facts. and i apologise.