South Island Day 3: Whale Watching

I'm so doomed.

But on a brighter note the whale watching was on today albeit with seasickness warnings so I prepared myself for the fact that Kaikoura might just find out what the inside of me looks like. Ginger tablets were on sale in the gift shop but we stayed away from the hippy shit and nommed a tablet from the chemists each.

Obligatory Tail Shot

The highlight of the tour is the sperm whale, they average about two per trip but we saw five so we were well chuffed with that. And here's why they're called the sperm whale and no, it's not the reason the sea is salty. Back in the day, when they first caught one they pulled it in and when they opened up its head, litres of this milky looking oil gushed out. So being simple men and probably a bit pissed they decided that it must be the whale's sperm and, of course, what better place to keep your spunk than in your head, right? This theory was well and truly pissed on when they caught a female sperm whale and she had a head full of the same oil.
I don't know why they have a head full of oil that apparently looks like jizz but yeah, that's how they got their name.

Spot The Whale

The seasick pills worked and we retained the contents of our guts and headed back to land then onto Hanmer Springs where we spent the night at a campsite not far from the township. And and and! They had a trampoline! Not that I'm any good at trampolining beyond bouncing up and down and graceful is not a word that could accurately describe aforementioned bouncing as good as I think I look.

I don't look good. I look good in the stills but I watched the video back and I look like I'm having a fucking fit and not once did my feet hit the deck before my arse while I was attempting somersaults.

Aaaanyway, enough about my athletic shortcomings. The most energetic thing I'd have to do tomorrow would be walking to the hot pools and back. Definately more my league.

Sunset Over Hanmer Springs