Okay boys and girls we continue on with the saga of V surviving her time in New Zealand. I had to get out of Wellington for a bit due to the crazy nightlife and the shear abundance of beautiful international guys (many of whom I had already snogged). So, EG #2 (English Girl #2) offered to travel around the South Island for a few weeks with me in a camper van! Hurrah! South Island here we come!
Our trip starts with a ferry ride early in the morning (okay it was 9 am but that is really early to us). Being the fun loving and non planning chicks that we are, we quite literally missed the boat. That's right, we got to the dock only to see the ferry sailing off! Did we cry, slump down and whine? No! We checked our bags and booked the 2 pm sailing. Right, day one and we are still stuck in Wellington with almost a whole day to kill!
We started with the most sensible idea....breakfast! But not just breakfast......BREAKFAST (bacon, banana pancakes and salmon eggs Benedict to be exact)! Right, sorted. Now onto killing a whole day. Now, bear in mind that I have had a total of 2 hours sleep due to partying and last minute packing! We decided to go to the art gallery and see Fiona Hall's exhibit! Great, this is so my thing and I was very excited to see her innovative work. The exhibit was phenomenal and I was blown away by her imagination and her socio-political statements through her art. Then we sat on a bench for a minute. I promptly curled up and went into such a deep sleep that I was disorientated when I woke up 15 minutes later and thought I was back at the hostel. Whoops! Okay, started walking around the exhibit again and then there was another much more comfy couch beckoning to me. Sat down and pretended to be watching a tv program on the artist. Woke up 1/2 hour later to EG #2 shaking me awake and two Kiwi women saying "Is she deed?" Had to assure EG#2 that I really do love art and galleries but was just utterly sleep deprived! Had to find a Starbucks then off to the catch our ferry!
The ferry crossing was nice though 3 hours long and dumped us off in the tiny town of Picton. Now, I am told during the summer it is a diving destination and quite booming. I can safely say during the Winter it is dead! We stayed at a weird hostel where the room was so freezing I slept inside my sleeping bag with my coat on all night! Also had a couple bizarre encounters with the locals at night! We were a bit worried we would disappear and end up as someones lampshade. But morning dawned and we were frozen but alive! Right, decided we would hitchhike to Christchurch (a mere 6 hours away and the pick up point of our camper van).
We gathered our belongings, made a sign and stood where we thought people would be heading towards Christchurch. Within 10 minutes a jeep stopped to pick us up! Hurrah! We excitedly threw our stuff into the jeep and hopped up. Our host promptly put the jeep in gear and then informed us she was only going 1/2 hour down the road but to a bigger town where we'd have a better chance of getting a ride to Christchurch. Great! Then she proceeded to speed away as she apologized for the jeep smelling like a brewery because she had been partying all night ! :( EG #2 rather politely asked if our host was still drunk at the moment. She assured us she was sober but continued on asking weird questions and then made several comments about how we would have an easier time than her hitchhiking because we were "nice white girls" (our host was Maori). Luckily we arrived in Blenheim intact and on the main highway to Christchurch. This time we decided to look for non drunk drivers. Again were picked up within 10 minutes this time by a lovely German couple, driven 1/2 way, then taken straight into Christchurch by a funny Kiwi couple. Thus ended our hitchhiking adventure!
Christchurch is considered the most English of all the New Zealand cities. It is built around an absolutely beautiful cathedral! Our hostel was directly across from the Cathedral and just so happened to be where HA (Hot Argentinean from previous blogs) was working! Yeah, this is purely a coincidence if you think the definition of coincidence is that I arranged for us to stay at this particular hostel and emailed back and forth with HA to arrange to meet for cocktails :)
So, EG #2 and I checked in late that night and then went out with our roommate (a lovely Irish fellow with gorgeous eyes) for a bit of merriment. The next morning I woke up early to look ravishing because I knew HA could bump into me at any moment. Finally the meeting took place! Such mixed emotions! Here was HA, a great guy that was shy, sweet, intelligent, well educated, funny and good looking that I had an amazing time with back in Wellington. However, I was still feeling the lingering effects of HI (hot Indian from previous blogs). Very confused! Arranged to meet HA for drinks and then explored Christchurch with EG#2 and meet a lovely older gentleman named George who gave us a wonderful tour of the cathedral filled with interesting little tidbits (like why they kept the swastika symbols up on their mosaic after WW II).
Night falls and we are due to meet HA! Now, I had planned to get ready and look even hotter than he had seen me before, complete with a whole wardrobe change, but in his excitement, HA met us early! GaaaahhH! So, whilst EG#2 left us to go get ready I was alone with HA to try and catch up and get a handle on my feelings. After the first bit of awkwardness, it became the same easy friendship of earlier days (with the aid of drinks, juggling and a paper, rock, scissor tournament). We end up going to another pub and playing several games of pool (which I was good at for the first time in my life)! Then we were met by his friend (who I will refer to as CA). Now it was two guys and two girls, only EG#2 a) is really cute b) has a boyfriend c) found CA to be wholly unattractive and slightly on the creepy side. Of course the boys invited us back to their place for more drinks and partying and me being the good friend that I am, accepted for the both of us :)
After more alcohol, a few spots (don't ask) and lots of CookieTime Cookies, I had to make a decision. Would I go there romantically with HA? Or go back home wondering if there was anything still there? We decided to spend the night, since it was so late. Here was another problem. CA's father was staying so his room was occupied leaving him sleeping on the pull out couch. Now, I saw how he was eyeing EG#2 all night and was concerned for her since I knew it was not reciprocated. Thus I decided both she and I would stay in HA's room for the night. Okay, that was before I realized he had a tiny bed (I swear in Wellington he had a glorious one). EG#2 said, "I'm sleeping on the floor!" Felt bad for a moment but then snuggled and sort of forgot about her. After a few moments she flew up from the floor and announced, "I am not Willy!" (a long story from Wellington that I may tell you at some point) and ran into the living room to curl up on a chair. I swear I was only cuddling and kissing but apparently she got the wrong impression and thought we were going to have sex whilst she lay nearby on the floor! Really! What sort of girl does she think I am?!
So, poor EG#2 spends the night curled up on an armchair with one eye open watching CA as he is trying to convince her to share his bed. She said he kept sitting up and patting the bed, saying, "come on, my clothes are on, just come into my bed." I think she was slightly traumatized by the experience. I, however, slept cuddled in the arms of HA and woke in the morning refreshed but even more confused than previously! Said goodbye to HA, pulled EG#2 out of the fetal position and ran back to the hostel to clear my head. Decided that it was lovely but really needed to get out of Christchurch! Texted HA and told him we were heading to Queenstown and it was lovely to have seen him! Grabbed our camper van and we hit the road!
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Where the Heart is Part 4
Okay, I know the Wellington posts are long but I lived there for almost 5 months and crammed alot of experiences in those months (not all of which are fit to print :) So, the new phase of my life in Wellington.....that's right, a new guy! You'd think I would learn from first experience and keep things casual and try not to get hung up again. After all, the first thing you learn as a traveller is that you will have to say goodbye to people over and over again! Getting too involved guarantees a broken heart. Still, what is the saying? "It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved?" Or something of that nature. Anyways, farewell party for my Brazilian Buddy included a new guy in my life that I had seen around and admired from a distance. That night changed everything!
Found out he (who will be referred to as HI for hot Indian from now on) was hilarious and a GREAT dancer. Now if you know me at all then you know what this means. If you don't let me explain! Dancing is my ABSOLUTE favorite thing to do in this world (and I am putting it in front of that other thing that everyone says is the best thing in the world)! Guys I like don't have to be great dancers, but if they are..........whhhhhoooooaaaaaa buddy! Instant adoration! Well, let's just say that HI has awesome dance skills! He was smooth, fun and had as much energy as me. Then I learned after the third club of the night he was also SEXY on the dance floor! Well, that did it. I was hooked. HA was forgotten (mind you it had been a week and a Maori since HA left for the South) and long live my love of HI!
We ended getting up to all kind of shenanigans that night and like I said, some were caught on camera! It was an insane night for everyone and will long go down in infamy! The highlight and what made me and HI laugh until our bellies hurt was that Scottish managed to ruin not one but two dresses that night with all the trouble she got into!! After that our relationship was cemented! Our reputations were so similar (no one could ever keep up with us) that it seemed natural for us to start spending all our time together.
It was hot, bright and passionate. But like so many things of that nature, also destined to burn out fast! We had two months of craziness and joy! However, both of us were living in a foreign country with completely different cultural backgrounds and almost opposite world views. Thus it ended but not without some great memories and even better stories to tell ;)
I don't know what I would have done without Scottish during this time. She was there through it all!! She also made me remember the free me again and made me fall in love with Wellington's beauty again (if you haven't realized it by now, Wellington's beauty is guys, hot guys from all over the world). So, I still partied along side HI and had a relationship with him but now there was HB (Hot Brazilian), HE (Hot English) and HC (Hot Chilean) to distract me and remind why I enjoy being me :) Not to mention all the glorious other random hotties in the clubs that danced oh so well and kissed even better ;) I LOVE WELLINGTON!!!! But 'therapy' (as Scottish called HB, HE and HC) didn't work completely and I still was hung up on HI! So, new Englishgirl convinced me to go to the South Island to clear my head and see what everyone was raving about and what I meant to see all those months ago!! Later, I will write about the South Island.....and I promise it will be more limited on the guy front and include more actual beauty (such as mountains, glaciers, fiordlands, and okay, lets face it, a couple more guys).
Found out he (who will be referred to as HI for hot Indian from now on) was hilarious and a GREAT dancer. Now if you know me at all then you know what this means. If you don't let me explain! Dancing is my ABSOLUTE favorite thing to do in this world (and I am putting it in front of that other thing that everyone says is the best thing in the world)! Guys I like don't have to be great dancers, but if they are..........whhhhhoooooaaaaaa buddy! Instant adoration! Well, let's just say that HI has awesome dance skills! He was smooth, fun and had as much energy as me. Then I learned after the third club of the night he was also SEXY on the dance floor! Well, that did it. I was hooked. HA was forgotten (mind you it had been a week and a Maori since HA left for the South) and long live my love of HI!
We ended getting up to all kind of shenanigans that night and like I said, some were caught on camera! It was an insane night for everyone and will long go down in infamy! The highlight and what made me and HI laugh until our bellies hurt was that Scottish managed to ruin not one but two dresses that night with all the trouble she got into!! After that our relationship was cemented! Our reputations were so similar (no one could ever keep up with us) that it seemed natural for us to start spending all our time together.
It was hot, bright and passionate. But like so many things of that nature, also destined to burn out fast! We had two months of craziness and joy! However, both of us were living in a foreign country with completely different cultural backgrounds and almost opposite world views. Thus it ended but not without some great memories and even better stories to tell ;)
I don't know what I would have done without Scottish during this time. She was there through it all!! She also made me remember the free me again and made me fall in love with Wellington's beauty again (if you haven't realized it by now, Wellington's beauty is guys, hot guys from all over the world). So, I still partied along side HI and had a relationship with him but now there was HB (Hot Brazilian), HE (Hot English) and HC (Hot Chilean) to distract me and remind why I enjoy being me :) Not to mention all the glorious other random hotties in the clubs that danced oh so well and kissed even better ;) I LOVE WELLINGTON!!!! But 'therapy' (as Scottish called HB, HE and HC) didn't work completely and I still was hung up on HI! So, new Englishgirl convinced me to go to the South Island to clear my head and see what everyone was raving about and what I meant to see all those months ago!! Later, I will write about the South Island.....and I promise it will be more limited on the guy front and include more actual beauty (such as mountains, glaciers, fiordlands, and okay, lets face it, a couple more guys).
Where the heart is Part 3
Okay on with the Wellington Saga! At this point in our tale I have been living in Wellington for 2 months and some change. I changed my plane ticket home and decided to see where my relationships would take me! Well, lots happened! First and most importantly at the time, HA decided to move to the South Island! Yes, I am thinking I am in love and enjoying learning so many interesting things about his life in Argentina and his family when his roommate makes the decision for both of them (they have an online business together as well) that they have to leave Wellington for a place 10 hours away! Wow! However, I now am the crazy American girl in Wellington and have decided I am young, free and should be enjoying all the beauty around me (especially if they were tall, dark and Maori :).
I decided to go out every night and be a free spirit. It was AWESOME! Sadly this is when CC #1's time was also coming to an end. So Scottish and I gave her a big send off (so big she missed her bus the next day and had to leave a day later than planned) and consoled ourselves with more dancing! I felt like ME again. Fun, loud, and dancing so hard that my perfectly straight hair ended up drenched and curly by the end of the night! Scottish and I had some really INSANE nights that are in Legend books somewhere! One of these nights was a good bye party for our long time Brazilian friend who was heading home! He was a really important part of my Wellington experience and who helped me loads in understanding South American culture. The night of his going away party was purely the stuff of legends (and some was unfortunately caught on camera....) and ushered in the next part of my Wellington life.........
I decided to go out every night and be a free spirit. It was AWESOME! Sadly this is when CC #1's time was also coming to an end. So Scottish and I gave her a big send off (so big she missed her bus the next day and had to leave a day later than planned) and consoled ourselves with more dancing! I felt like ME again. Fun, loud, and dancing so hard that my perfectly straight hair ended up drenched and curly by the end of the night! Scottish and I had some really INSANE nights that are in Legend books somewhere! One of these nights was a good bye party for our long time Brazilian friend who was heading home! He was a really important part of my Wellington experience and who helped me loads in understanding South American culture. The night of his going away party was purely the stuff of legends (and some was unfortunately caught on camera....
Where the Heart is Part 2
My first day in Wellington I am put to work in an 8 story hostel in housekeeping! Right away my manager decides I will be efficient and a fast learner. He puts me in the care of another Argentinean worker (his second in command) and thus without realizing it, changes forever my New Zealand adventure and my future plans!
This Argentinean (who I will refer to H.A. for 'hot argentinean") was really nice, a bit quiet but immediately worked at putting me at ease and making me feel like a part of the team. He apologized for his English, introduced every member of the team with a little funny side note about them and showed me how to make a proper bed. His Bambi lashes and quirky little smile tugged immediately at my heart strings. Oh no! He joked around with me and tried to teach me a few words in Spanish as we worked. On our break he again tried to make me feel at ease and asked about my life in the US. I discovered that most of the workers were from South America (Argentina and Brazil) and that I would be listening to many conversations in Spanish from now on!
HA continued to be nice to me and I learned to make friends with the people I was living and working with everyday. My first official friend was a crazy Dutch girl who was only 18 but so confident and hilarious I thought of her as my age! She introduced me to the Wellington night life and showed me where all the best hang out spots were! She left me after a week but with a healthy start. I eventually excepted an invitation over to HA's house for a party for a former worker and was thrown into even more friendships. That was the party that confirmed my attraction to HA and made me determined to pursue him. However, I managed to get the reputation as being very quiet and to myself and they all thought I abstained from alcohol!!! (I know this is odd but I was trying really hard to be a super good girl for some reason).
Over the next week I realized I was going to stay longer than 2 weeks and would most likely stay one or two months! I made so many friends! Then the next party happened! I not only showed I can be loud, vivacious and a consumer of alcohol but also a pretty big flirt! There are many pics of me laughing and hanging on HA that night! Turns out he had a crush on me from the beginning and was over joyed to find I felt the same! YEAH! Thus starts the first of my Wellington love stories!
For a glorious month and a half I had a great relationship with HA! I realized I was going to have to stay in Wellington because there was no way I could go back to the US now. Plus, I met some REALLY incredible women! Had a cool Englishgirl who saw me through the 1st phase of my HA obsession but left me soon after the start. However, she was replaced by crazy Canadian #1 and the love of my life Scottish!
CC #1 and Scottish are two of the best going out buddies a girl could ask for and party like no others! They are MANIACS on the dance floor and always good listeners! Even though I am sure I was boring talking about the same boy all the time! We had some insane nights out, dancing until dawn (I mean this literally) and earning a reputation quite different from my previous one in Wellington! Now we were the CRAZY girls that you never knew what they would do next.......
This Argentinean (who I will refer to H.A. for 'hot argentinean") was really nice, a bit quiet but immediately worked at putting me at ease and making me feel like a part of the team. He apologized for his English, introduced every member of the team with a little funny side note about them and showed me how to make a proper bed. His Bambi lashes and quirky little smile tugged immediately at my heart strings. Oh no! He joked around with me and tried to teach me a few words in Spanish as we worked. On our break he again tried to make me feel at ease and asked about my life in the US. I discovered that most of the workers were from South America (Argentina and Brazil) and that I would be listening to many conversations in Spanish from now on!
HA continued to be nice to me and I learned to make friends with the people I was living and working with everyday. My first official friend was a crazy Dutch girl who was only 18 but so confident and hilarious I thought of her as my age! She introduced me to the Wellington night life and showed me where all the best hang out spots were! She left me after a week but with a healthy start. I eventually excepted an invitation over to HA's house for a party for a former worker and was thrown into even more friendships. That was the party that confirmed my attraction to HA and made me determined to pursue him. However, I managed to get the reputation as being very quiet and to myself and they all thought I abstained from alcohol!!! (I know this is odd but I was trying really hard to be a super good girl for some reason).
Over the next week I realized I was going to stay longer than 2 weeks and would most likely stay one or two months! I made so many friends! Then the next party happened! I not only showed I can be loud, vivacious and a consumer of alcohol but also a pretty big flirt! There are many pics of me laughing and hanging on HA that night! Turns out he had a crush on me from the beginning and was over joyed to find I felt the same! YEAH! Thus starts the first of my Wellington love stories!
For a glorious month and a half I had a great relationship with HA! I realized I was going to have to stay in Wellington because there was no way I could go back to the US now. Plus, I met some REALLY incredible women! Had a cool Englishgirl who saw me through the 1st phase of my HA obsession but left me soon after the start. However, she was replaced by crazy Canadian #1 and the love of my life Scottish!
CC #1 and Scottish are two of the best going out buddies a girl could ask for and party like no others! They are MANIACS on the dance floor and always good listeners! Even though I am sure I was boring talking about the same boy all the time! We had some insane nights out, dancing until dawn (I mean this literally) and earning a reputation quite different from my previous one in Wellington! Now we were the CRAZY girls that you never knew what they would do next.......
Wellington : Where the Heart Is!
After a longgggggggggg bus journey from the East Coast, I arrived tired and hungry to Wellington. It was night and the backpacker looked dodgy but I figured it was temporary and was too tired to care. After a very uneventful night of sleep, I decided to try another part of the city and backpacker. Surely I remembered there was a Base in Wellington (a sister hostel to the place I stayed in Auckland). Also I had heard about a colorful section of town called "Cuba Street." I packed up, slung it all on my back and trekked across town!
Not only do I find the Base hostel, but a whole city filled with eclectic people and crazy places to shop and go out! This was the character that Auckland was missing. People with mohawks and dyed hair! Pubs, clubs, and weird little resturants that served everything you could think of! YEAH! I was reminded of a smaller version of San Fran or the weird parts of Seattle! The Base immediately felt like home and even were offering a free place to stay in return for a few hours of work a day! I met the housekeeping manager, Hernan (my first encounter with the vast Argentenean and South American population in New Zealand) and told him I could work for two weeks before I headed to the South Island. He said, "Start right now and you have a free place to stay tonight!" Thus started my new phase! Housekeeping!!!!!!
Not only do I find the Base hostel, but a whole city filled with eclectic people and crazy places to shop and go out! This was the character that Auckland was missing. People with mohawks and dyed hair! Pubs, clubs, and weird little resturants that served everything you could think of! YEAH! I was reminded of a smaller version of San Fran or the weird parts of Seattle! The Base immediately felt like home and even were offering a free place to stay in return for a few hours of work a day! I met the housekeeping manager, Hernan (my first encounter with the vast Argentenean and South American population in New Zealand) and told him I could work for two weeks before I headed to the South Island. He said, "Start right now and you have a free place to stay tonight!" Thus started my new phase! Housekeeping!!!!!!
Napier, the Art Deco City by the Sea
Okay, I wrote a weepingly beautiful opus to my days in Napier with Pulitzer potential all over it! Unfortunately, as I went to post it, the Internet went down! Aaaaah! So now you will all have to suffer through a not so eloquent version! Sorry, but that is life :(
I arrived in Napier ready for some culture and company after my seclusion on the farm. Napier is a quaint city, bustling with tourists and more cafes than you can shake a stick at (or at least more than you can sit and sip lattes at without having to go to the bathroom every 2 minutes). The Art Deco buildings give it a retro feel while the beach and sea make it seem very resorty. I pretended I was in England (like in Brighton or Bath) during the 20's and "taking the waters" for curative effects. Now I am sure I am way off on the real experience of Bath and Brighton but I am just going from what I see in BBC productions :)
My host in Napier was an incredible artist who so strongly reminded me of my mother that it was a little eery at times! She lived right on the beach and across from some really great New Zealand wineries! Everyday I took her dog Boo to the beach to walk, play and watch the surfers! Many afternoons I visited the wineries for free tastings and chilling out. Easter Sunday was spent at Kim Crawford sipping their viognier and listening to local dj's playing reggae. (Side note time! New Zealanders think they are Jamaician! They have dreds, listen to reggae, skateboard, have a real laid back approach to life and smoke LOTS of weed. Not kidding! They smoke more weed per capita than ANY other country in the WORLD!) It was a great "cruisey" afternoon (cruisey is a favorite New Zealand word that reflects their approach to everything. This can be so relaxing and nice until you need something done or just start reverting to your normal uptight, I-have-to get-this-done-pronto American self, then it is down right annoying!)
I had such a great relaxing and reflective time in Napier but had one AMAZING night! Get your mind out of the gutter! I am talking about a night filled with great wine, food and interesting people! My host is friends with an incredible, big hearted Italian chef trapped in the body of an Englishman! His parents were Italian immigrants and if you can get past his accent you see nothing but Italy in every aspect! We were greeted (on a Saturday night where he closed the restaurant except for us few) with glasses of Moet champagne that he had obtained in New York in the 80's and was paid for by a wasted Joan Collins! After nibbles we were treated to course after course of gorgeous and delicate Italian food with a really strongly made Sangria. Dinner ended with an oogle worthy chocolate dessert that I really wanted to make love to but there were just too many people about! During the whole dinner we had reggae music (this is New Zealand after all), great conversation, and interesting characters! A really wonderful night that left my belly very full, my heart incrediblely delighted and my head a little hung over!
After two relaxing and reflective weeks, I knew the South was beckoning to me and it was time to move on. I booked a long bus journey to Wellington (the nation's capitol) which is the Southern most city of the North Island and ferry terminal to take me South! My plan was to stay two weeks and then explore all the South Island before heading back to the US. Read the next several blogs to see how plans change and where I am now...........
I arrived in Napier ready for some culture and company after my seclusion on the farm. Napier is a quaint city, bustling with tourists and more cafes than you can shake a stick at (or at least more than you can sit and sip lattes at without having to go to the bathroom every 2 minutes). The Art Deco buildings give it a retro feel while the beach and sea make it seem very resorty. I pretended I was in England (like in Brighton or Bath) during the 20's and "taking the waters" for curative effects. Now I am sure I am way off on the real experience of Bath and Brighton but I am just going from what I see in BBC productions :)
My host in Napier was an incredible artist who so strongly reminded me of my mother that it was a little eery at times! She lived right on the beach and across from some really great New Zealand wineries! Everyday I took her dog Boo to the beach to walk, play and watch the surfers! Many afternoons I visited the wineries for free tastings and chilling out. Easter Sunday was spent at Kim Crawford sipping their viognier and listening to local dj's playing reggae. (Side note time! New Zealanders think they are Jamaician! They have dreds, listen to reggae, skateboard, have a real laid back approach to life and smoke LOTS of weed. Not kidding! They smoke more weed per capita than ANY other country in the WORLD!) It was a great "cruisey" afternoon (cruisey is a favorite New Zealand word that reflects their approach to everything. This can be so relaxing and nice until you need something done or just start reverting to your normal uptight, I-have-to get-this-done-pronto American self, then it is down right annoying!)
I had such a great relaxing and reflective time in Napier but had one AMAZING night! Get your mind out of the gutter! I am talking about a night filled with great wine, food and interesting people! My host is friends with an incredible, big hearted Italian chef trapped in the body of an Englishman! His parents were Italian immigrants and if you can get past his accent you see nothing but Italy in every aspect! We were greeted (on a Saturday night where he closed the restaurant except for us few) with glasses of Moet champagne that he had obtained in New York in the 80's and was paid for by a wasted Joan Collins! After nibbles we were treated to course after course of gorgeous and delicate Italian food with a really strongly made Sangria. Dinner ended with an oogle worthy chocolate dessert that I really wanted to make love to but there were just too many people about! During the whole dinner we had reggae music (this is New Zealand after all), great conversation, and interesting characters! A really wonderful night that left my belly very full, my heart incrediblely delighted and my head a little hung over!
After two relaxing and reflective weeks, I knew the South was beckoning to me and it was time to move on. I booked a long bus journey to Wellington (the nation's capitol) which is the Southern most city of the North Island and ferry terminal to take me South! My plan was to stay two weeks and then explore all the South Island before heading back to the US. Read the next several blogs to see how plans change and where I am now...........
Back in Blogging Action!
Okay, sorry for the BIIIIGGGG stretch in the blogs. I was far too merry and busy to be bothered! :) Now I am stuck in a restort town with a total of 3 bars to choose from and WAAAAYYY too many young people who think that because they are boarders and skiiers they are the height of coolness!
Last time I wrote I was leaving the horse farm and heading to the beach, wineries and Napier (a city that after a HUGE earthquke was rebuilt during the Art Deco era and has because quite the tourist destination!) So, I will start my next blog with a recap of Napier and then continue on with the recounting of tales from Wellington (where I was supposed to stop over for 2 weeks and ended up staying for 4 months and falling in love numerous times!). Ciao! xxxx
Last time I wrote I was leaving the horse farm and heading to the beach, wineries and Napier (a city that after a HUGE earthquke was rebuilt during the Art Deco era and has because quite the tourist destination!) So, I will start my next blog with a recap of Napier and then continue on with the recounting of tales from Wellington (where I was supposed to stop over for 2 weeks and ended up staying for 4 months and falling in love numerous times!). Ciao! xxxx
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