Can’t lie to you guys, going outside and being off the internet for more than 5 minutes is actually pretty fun. That said, any chance I get near to a WiFi hotspot I’m back staring at pictures of puppies on the internet.
Landed in Melbourne last night after the most amazing month in New Zealand. Trying to get to the city at midnight in a Saturday night was more of a ball ache then student finance. Christ. Went to get a shuttle bus to which the bloke told me he could take me to the train station but no further. Err, no thanks pal. Had to bite the bullet and get a taxi, expensive yes, but at least I didn’t end up at the train station. Gotta go down as one if the weirdest taxi rides ever. First of all, dude was the spitting image of Anderson Silva. Was expecting a front kick to the face for a while. He had a great accent and told me that he had visitors from ‘Machine Gun’ (Michigan, for those of you wondering). After the standard small talk he then told me he had no idea where he was taking me, after failing to understand how his GPS worked he resulted in shouting at a lady In the street. Behave son. He got me here, at which point Nomads told me they’d got no record of my booking. Solid. Got myself in finally after the guy tore my receipt in half and had to go find his manager to get me in. Missing the taxi driver already.
I decided as it was my first day I’d go explore. By explore I mean get brutally lost. Within five minutes of being out the hostel I had a mentally Ill homeless woman shouting things and following me. Decided to pull the classic British move and pretend I couldn’t hear her whilst panic walking away at an Olympic level. Top Brit. Decided at this point I should probably get a map, realised I’d been strolling in the wrong direction all morning. Bad Geographer. Once I’d figured out where I should go, I lathered on the sun screen and explored the rich peoples area. Couldn’t have fitted in less, but at least they weren’t chasing me screaming things.
Probably should mention New Zealand shouldn’t i? Well, to use the whole array of my catch phrases it was: delightful, delicious, beautiful, outrageous and unbelievable. Just the most beautiful country I’ve ever been seen. The people are great, some fascinating history and some absolute Earth porn. My tour group number varied, but the solid core remained the same and what an amazing family. Didn’t think you could get so tight with 20(ish) people in 24 days, man was I wrong. Have learned so much from so many people, mostly from the teacher in the group, but the rest of you guys contributed as well! Decided to run head first at my fear of heights and throw myself out a plane at 15000ft and do 2 of the worlds biggest canyon swing. Not gonna lie, I turned whiter than I normally am, but Jesus were they amazing. Definitely bossed the fear of heights. Overall highlight is split, we crashed in a place called Raglan which is essentially a surfers paradise and stayed in the most amazing lodge. Beautiful views, food, beer and surfing. Hard to top. Abel Tasman national park comes parallel though, BBQ on a boat hostel after jumping off the top of it followed by the most beautiful 20km walk ever. I even got a slight tan. Result.
I didn’t wanna leave New Zealand, but mainly I didn’t wanna leave behind my Whanau (Look it up, yo). They’re an amazing bunch and made my trip what it was. I’m coming to crash on your couches, fyi. My new adventure starts in 2 days, it’ll be hard to beat New Zealand but it’s deffo worth a go.