The many wonders of teeny tiny Russell...

So I'm gonna try out Russell for a while. Russell is the much quieter, much emptier, slightly peculiar town across the bay from Paihia. In an effort to save a bit of money by not having expensive temptations (ie. surf shops, tours, bars, pubs, bars, pubs, more pubs....) myself and my friend have moved here and begun work in the local fawlty towers like hotel. I don't mean that in bad way, the people are lovely and I for one look forward to the bazil like antics. We've realised that word travels fast in a small town like Russell and are beginning to feel like a certain "yank" who once arrived in Ireland with hopes of buying a field. Hopefully we won't share the same fate as it didn't work out too well for him.
Once a year an unlikely Russell becomes the sailing centre of the country when it welcomes sailors from Auckland who finish here after a coastal race to the bay of Islands. An expected 250 boats are due to arrive here at about 10 pm here tonight. This large regatta is without doubt the biggest thing to happen in this area all year, though as you may have guessed that would not be hard. Despite being offered a place crewing or helming a boat in the dinghy regatta nearby I'll be surprised if I get a glimpse of a yacht as my soul belongs to the very busy hotel this weekend. I start work this afternoon at 4 pm and finish at 2 am. Sarah begins at 2 am when I finish and will work through the night until midday tomorrow. According to our boss the rowdy sailors will only be drinking only rum by the gallon and may become frisky when they see the pretty waitresses, "they've been at sea and will get excited when they get on land in search of girls and rum". Maybe the pacific sea air does different things to the mind than the Atlantic, or maybe my boss has never actually met a sailor (rich, sometimes rude, but generally not an animal) but I'm gonna take his word for it and prepare myself for the worst. I'm ready for a combination of Captain Jack Sparrow and Fr. Jack to walk through those hotel doors. Hehe, comedy at it's best.
Anyway, that's about it. I'll let you know how the weekend goes and try and have a rough estimate of how many innocent women were impregnated. Scoundrels of the sea. Bye for now.