Sunny Greymouth

Hey get me, I along with Tom have just climbed Avalanche Peak off Arthur's Pass and it was only 1,800 metres high. I am feeling pretty damn tough. As some guys pointed out when I got to the bottom "it looks like you have jelly legs" and they were right, so right!
We are now in Greymouth. Our unexpected stop comes after trying to flee an invasion of mice inside the van. That's right while enjoying the beauty of Arthur's Pass they managed to make the van their home. The first one was spotted on the dash board brazenly ripping up paper. We then spent half the night with just our head torches chasing the blighters around to no avail. In the end Tom said "that's it we're off" and we raced to another campsite.
After walking the peak of avalanche where I superman style nearly hurtled off a cliff we decided to head off with our mice in a bid to shake them from the van.
Half way up the road on none other than a bend came the smell of burning rubber and Percy grinding to a halt.
Could Percy need more oil, some brake fluid or even some diesel. Nope he needed a new clutch! He is so temperamental! So, that is why we are here in Greymouth, enjoying the comforts of a campsite that doesn't have a biological toilet full of flies and making the most of the glorious sunshine.
Oh and the rodent rascals seem to have absconded. We even tried to tempt them with a peanut butter/mouse trap.
Although I don't blame them peanut butter is for sick, sick people-eh Tom!..