In lieu of my usual thrilling stories here are some things I’ve noticed about New Zealand. 1. If you’re just wandering around a shop you’re not browsing, you’re “having a browse.” 2. Apparently I am very obviously a tourist, though twice I’ve been mistaken for being British. 3. Construction workers often wear shorts. Sometimes rather […]
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Oh, Wellington. I couldn’t find anyone (aside from the kid house) that wanted to rent to me for so short a period of time. I wasn’t doing anything during the day because I didn’t want to spend too much money, and suddenly a week had gone by. It was a bit of a trap; I
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ATTENTION PEOPLE IN CENTRAL WELLINGTON: SOMEONE RENT ME A DANGED ROOM. IDEALLY ONE WITH A BED AND WIRELESS INTERNET. FOR UNDER NZD$160 PER WEEK. AND DO IT TODAY. THANK YOU. Rained again today (which makes what, five out of six days?), but it cleared up this afternoon and now I dare say there’s some blue
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10/8/07 9:20pm Somebody, and I can’t look up who as there’s no internet here, said that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. I thought that maybe, just maybe, the cure for spending a week in suburbia was to try a hostel when I got
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There’s been a volcanic eruption and an earthquake here in the past week; you’d think I’d have some exciting stories. I don’t. I do have some filler, though! Plan was to spend last weekend with E and A, friends of my grandparents, then on Sunday or Monday I’d go back to Auckland and, from there,
So. Auckland. Right. It’s big. Big enough that it’s really not so good for the walking dedicated (okay, fine, bus-phobic) like me. I’ve managed to wander around the same stuff for the past four days, and I’ve come to some conclusion about this section of central Auckland. It’s not a particularly attractive city. It doesn’t
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I’m having trouble writing about my trip without boring the hell out of myself, so here! Have some pictures!
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“The flight today will be three hours and four fun-filled minutes.” I fell asleep at 12:30am (or thereabouts) and woke up at 4:26am (four minutes before my alarm was set to go off, also known as “before god early”). I was dreaming about arriving in New Zealand. In it dad was dropping me off —
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Usually at this point I’m feeling mildly frantic, wishing the trip would just happen so I could stop thinking about it. I don’t feel that way this time. I don’t feel much of anything, in fact. Instead of racing around with a delightfully crazed look in my eye I’m playing solitaire, knitting, reading (not about
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Yesterday I turned in my three weeks’ notice. Last week I bought some of my plane tickets. I should maybe start at the beginning. The plan, post-Scotland, was always to get away again. Everything I did was temporary — 6 month rental agreement, temp job, lackadaisical housecleaning habits (I might move at any minute!). Then