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Mark Moxon's Travel Writing

New Zealand: Down the Casino

At 6pm I finally managed to get through to Graham, who'd invited me to stay for a few days of work in Christchurch. He told me that if I could get to his house by 6.20, and I could play blackjack, then how would I like to go to the casino and help his local Rotary club spend NZ$3500 of someone else's money, all for charity? As if I needed asking: half an hour later we were heading off to the town's main den of iniquity.