So on the Sunday I had found out that there was a jazz and blues festival at Mission Bay, which was just a bus ride away. So I arranged to meet my new friends. Me and David went off for a roast, and Hayleigh met us there later on.
Mission Bay was very picturesque and with the jazz and blues going on in every direction it was a really nice evening. We sat on the grass and listened to the music as we accepted all the free tasters of beer that were coming round. It's an art being a backpacker you know. And also laughed about the fight that we'd seen the previous night. Me and David had been walking along (trying to find another bar other than that of the hostel I have to add) and suddenly over on the left in a carpark there were a couple of blokes having a bit of a punch up. Actually alot of a punch up. We stopped and watched from afar. One of the men ran round in to a big van and was driving away as the other guy was trying to smash the back window with his fists. Meanwhile at the exit of the carpark a random police car was sitting there completely unaware of the carpark drama. Me and David were still stood there watching. Then someone made the polieman aware of the fight and he hopped to it and ran over to the van that was trying to leave the carpark. At this point we thought it best to move on but kept watching. Whilst the policeman was standing right there next to the van, the other bloke came right up to it and threw a brick through the window. We couldn't believe it. And the absolute comedy moment was that the brick thrower was using a walking stick, so he ran-limped away, with great difficulty it seemed and relying quite heavily on his stick, which made the police chase rather, well, rather easy. The policeman just walked up behind him, and reached out quite placidly taking the stick away. The running-limper therefore stopped and was lead to the policecar. It was extremely entertaining.
After we were sufficiently filled with free beer tasters we wandered about and watched the different live music that was going on. We particularly liked the swing band. I stood and reminisced the great times I had with the jazz group at school and thought about Mr Michael who passed away last year. Good memories. And also good memories about the Eynsford Concert Band. I wondered how they were doing. Must send them a postcard. And with the music was a group who had obviously been learning how to swing dance. And it's now on my list of things to do. My ever growing list. Their energy was brilliant and they looked like they were having so much fun. Sooo doing it.
After all the swing jazzing, we watched some blues. I took a video of one of the songs playing as it reminded me of my dad. He plays and listens to a lot of blues. So all in all it was a really great evening.
We had a cuppa when we got back to the hostel and then I headed to bed as I was up early in the morning to start my kiwi experience. David was leaving as well, but he was booked on to a different bus - 'Sway'. He teased me about the Kiwi Experience being for 'young people'. That's why I was on it David!! But I was a little nervous that i'd be much older than the others and that it might turn out to be like a booze cruise for school leavers...
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