Left the car park just on three and walked into the hut, good amount of fungi.
So we drove off back to Wellington and on the way Paul stopped at his mates place to watch some rugby game! And rugby is a game I have no interest in. I rather walk late into the night in the freezing cold rain rather than watch sport on jelly!
Now I understand the lack of tramping conviction, some people would rather drink a beer in a comfy chair and watch rugby rather than go for a walk in the hills.
New rule to self: Never tramp with Paul unless I am in control of vechile!