Le derniere lat du cowboy
Spend a week on the road with two frogs and you’re bound to pick up a bit of French slang. My personal favorite is le derniere lat du cowboy, which means the last breath of the cowboy, referring to the final drag on a cigarette. (They also taught me all of the requisiste French curse words, of course!)
Emile had to drive back east to Picton to check on his possum traps, so this post is a tribute to his awesomeness. All three of us had a great time over the last week, and Victoire took great pleasure in pointing out the fact that despite fishing EVERY NIGHT, we never got a darn thing. Except the great memories and a few photos. 
- Pohara rocks – the locals said “great fishing”
- but, as Victoire says in a Celine Dion type voice “Where is ze feesh?”
- Before we let Emile return home, we had to have one last campfire night. We also picked up a third crew member, Sandrine (also French) and had a great final night.
Breakfast the next morning was great – we treated ourselves to an actual restaurant (as opposed to, ya know, fabulous french food from the back of a van) – and said goodbye.
So Victoire and I will continue on our journey down the west coast. Au revoir, Emile and thanks for one of the best weeks of my entire vacation. The last breath of the cowboy is for you!
Allons-y, Victoire. The southern alps await our arrival!
