Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Yep, I'm Alive
So that's just about it (in as much as it's nothing). Oh, we went spear-fishing in the freezing cold at 3AM a couple of times too. And killed some pigs. That was all good fun.
Anyway, I gotta cruise off and do something productive like watch Liam cook and abuse the germans (I haven't met anyone in the hostel yet, but I assume there are Germans and that they are in need of some good abuse). So...until I'm back in the states, assume that I'm still living.
Driving Fast and Taking Lots of Chances,
Nathan
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Bob & Buller
South Island is super sweet. I'm not really sure what the difference is exactly, but it's like, is both Islands were salsa, then North would be Mild and South would be one of thoes crazy kinds called something like "Uncle Tom's Ass-kicking Whoop-and-holler" that has warning labels all over it. That's as close as I can come to conveying how awesome South Island is. When we got to Lewis Pass today, we had to pull over so I could slam my head onto the hood of the car, repeatedly, as a form of self-inflicted punishment for wasting (and I do mean wasting) so much time up North. Oh well though.
After saying goodbye to everyone in the Bay (including a near-tearfull parting with Glen)...which ususally concluded with my being advised "don't freeze to death", I headed down to Wellington, where I spent one last weekend with Buzz. Good times. The next day it was pouring rain with gale-force winds as the ferry set sail out of Wellington Harbor. Woohoo. The skies cleared up once we got out into the Cook Strait, which was super. Coming into Queen Charlotte Sounds absolutely blew me away...green, rolling hills with fijords winding thier way around...sweet. I enjoyed the scenery until the wind picked up to a speed where babies were being swept up and flying overboard (almost) and then retreated inside.
Picton was boring, so I hit the road and stuck out my thumb. About half an hour later, I got a ride into Blenheim with a drug-dealer from Greymouth. He was really nice, showed me pictures of his home, family, and town (including a nive video of a rainbow) and left me with instructions to crash on his sofa when I'm over that way. Blenheim was, excuse me, a total shit hole. It may have been that everyone staying at the hostel was waiting for vine pruning to start up, which depressed me on thier behalfs.
The next day I broke down and bussed to Kaikoura, which was pretty nice. Good beaches, mountains, and thousands of seals. I beat the living jesus out of a Danish guy at pool and called it an early night.
The day after that (I would use the names of days if I knew what day it was, or is), I hitched to Hanmer Springs with a pair or French-come-New Caledonian nurses, who were lovely. Hanmer Springs is a really beautiful town up in the mountains, and the backpakers was amazing! Raw wood everywhere, clean, new pans (!!!) and a nice cat that made hilarious noises. Chatted to an Austrian couple and thier baby for a while (to be fair, the baby didn't contribute to the conversation too much), then went out an experienced the teeming Hanmer night-life with Jill and Niko (British and French couple)...where we met up with the French Nurses and an Indian chick who was living is Las Vegas...of all places. There were about 3 other people at the only open pub (at 9pm)...so entertainment consisted mostly of listening to Las Vegas, now on her 9th glass of wine, telling rambling stories. I laughed until I cried. Then we cruised back to the hostel, Niko, Jill and I watched some Weeds and crashed.
Today I hitched with Jill and Niko as far as Springs Junction, just across the amazing Lewis Pass (northernmost pass through the Southern Alps)...which was gorgeous and snowy. After farewelling them, I got a ride into Westport with Mick, an ex-gold mining consultant. After a mandatory stop for pies and tea, he put on some Bob Dylan, and we cruised through the Buller Gorge, with him pointing out plenty of history along the way. ("and just over there, my dad was working on the railroad and got sandwitched between two freight cars and was keps alive by the local farmers who brought out hot-water bottles in the snow until the ambulance arrived." or (while on the State Highway) "when I was learning to drive this was an unsealed road - one way. it took about 11 hours to get to Christchurch, when the river wasn't flooded"). He gave me his number, again with instructions to call if I ran into trouble.
So yup. Tomorrow I'm headed up to Little Wanganui, near Karamea to do some WWOOFin'...which should be pretty cool. After that it's down the west coast, then off home in what seems, increasingly, like not too long of a time away!
Until then!
Sunday, May 10, 2009
I'm Walking on Sunshine, Ohhh, oh oh oh! (or: Misinterpretations of Signs from the Universe)
Having recently sold my car (well, arranged to, anyhow. the deal goes down tomorrow when I get the loaf of cash itself) I'm headed down to Wellington this Friday, then to Picton on Saturday! I have some 3 or 4 or 5 WWOOF places lined up, and with the better part of $400 in my pocket, I'm going to be doing lots of hitching, and eating plenty of rice and potatoes. But I couldn't be happier.
The new flatmates are settled in, Rene and Kaoru...and they're good fun. Yesterday they caught a bunch of fish, Kahawai I think, and today we're headed out into the boondocks of Omahu to get some fresh venison off thier hunting hook-up...so tonight is a venison barbecue with sashimi hour d'ourves (...sp?).
Swine Flu (hahaha) has recently been usurped in the news by this drug-raid fiasco up on Hospital Hill (obnoxiously blocking off my morning walk). A couple of biker gangs got in a shoot-up over drugs, then a cop or two got shot and they (what appeared to be the entire police force of NZ, with some Army back-up) had the drug cartel holed up in a house. Except the "drug cartel" consisted entirely of one fifty-one year old guy. With no hostages. The police stand-off, that closed 2 or 3 schools, had neighbors evacuated in tanks, and closed off the entire hill for 4 days seemed a little silly to me, and I kept wondering why they didn't just rock in there and kill they guy, like, when he was sleeping (which you know he did over a period of 4 days) for example. But then I figured that Kiwi police probably don't get to see excitement like this very often, and they were probably loving every minute of it (aside from the ones who got shot, with all due respect). I was painting the hallway and wishing I wasn't, and every 15 minutes or so they'd have news updates on the radio. At first, it was just normal stuff, but at the point where they started sending in Kamikaze robots to blow up the garage (of the house the guy was holed up in) I started laughing. It was a good bit of entertainment, and I haven't heard a mention of the damn pig flu since. Ha!
Well, the next post will certainly be from South Island, as I now know the Universe is flowing with me. You see, last week (where I had infamously bad luck, culminating in nearly getting robbed blind by Chinese Internet Pirates) my radio station of choice, Hauraki, was playing unusually good music. I thought, incorrectly, that this was a good omen. It turned out to be, however, God's form of hold music...a sort of consilation prize for nothing else working out for me. However, this week is the debut of Green Day's new album, so I've had to listen to "American Idiot" over, and over and over. So this must be good news, and it also makes me spend a lot more time out of the house and relish the idea of being on the road, vagabonding around South Island.
Hooray!
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Buy My Car, Please (or: On The Avoidance of Swine)
Anyhow, that's essentially what I'm up to at the moment. Sarah and I went to her "work do" (a kiwi tradition of getting together with all your co-workers and having a great big barbecue and get intoxicated) and no one, not even the 3 year-old daughter of her boss was buying. But it'll move. At the moment, I have (let me count, hold on) $23.80 so I don't have what you would call a jam-packed schedule. I've been doing house painting (which would be lovely if I didn't have to have all the windows open in the cold weather) to pay the rent, and Glen's been out of the house for most of the past couple of weeks with a new flame in Waihi, so I've spent more evenings that I would like to admit to sitting around talking to the cat. But today we have two new flatmates moving in, a German/Japanese couple with near-unpronounceable names (Glen calls them "Zeig Heil" and "Ruv You Rong Time", respectively) so that should add some flavor to life.
But to catch up...
After the gentlemen took off from Auckland, I had a lovely, caffiene fueled midnight drive home to Napier. When I got home, Glen and I had some dinner (or breakfast, what have you) and he told me that our flatmate, Sue (who moved in to take over from Keller and Noah) hadn't been home for a couple of days. The next day, while I was out golfing with Buzz, I got a text from Glen saying that he needed me home at 5:00 that evening to be a witness, and act as backup, when Sue tried to move out withour paying rent ($185). I showed up early, and was thus, luckily, present to witness Glen jumped, yanked out the front door, and beat on the sidewalk by Sue, and a pack of her friends. To pay me back for calling the police and saving his life, Glen bought me beer.
The other weekend I headed down to Wellington with Buzz and Chris, and got to meet Buzz's brother, Kevin (and his (married) flatmates, Fred and Melissa). Kevin is a tax attorney and Fred is an acountant, so they have a lovely apartment in a high-rise building in the city, with a balcony and a view of the bay. We had a lovely night, and I had a political/automotive discussion with Fred whilst Kevin honked a duck-call at passers by down on the sidewalk and Melissa banned Buzz from her apartment for the forseeable future after some rather off-color remarks were made about the potential attractiveness of her and Fred's future children. Kevin and Fred showed me the Wellington night life, and I got bounced from my first pub after I started pretending to be a US Marine and making fun of all the ANZACs (NZ army...it was ANZAC day so I guess they all got let out of the barracks for the evening).
Other than that, I don't think there have been any too exciting happenings down here. I'm headed down to South Island to do some WWOOFing, vagabonding, romancing of beautiful farm girls and general adventuring as soon as possible (i.e. WHEN SOMEBODY BUYS MY DAMN CAR)...and I'm looking foreward to that like nothing else! Aparently I'm coming home around the 25th of June...I got a little teary-eyed today driving past the old Taradale house and re-living all the old memories, but I suppose that all good things must come to an end...and I'm really, really (I cannot express this enough) ready to get back on the road!
Anyhow, with any luck the next post will be made from a drastically different landmass from the one on which I currently reside, and I hope to have thrilling tales of daring and adventure to share!
Yippee Ki Yay!
Monday, March 16, 2009
The Inagural Enterpirse of Katz Communications NZ OR: The Depression!
Well, it's been quite a while since we've put anything up...I don't really count the last part about the jobs as that was pretty boring. But it's a nice saturday and I'm i a state condusive to having a quiet sit-down due to standard friday night activities.
We had worked out with BG that we would vacate the good old Taradale house which had served as our base of operations for so long in return for him finding us some sort of alternative acomodations. But we had just enough time before we left for one last party. For Keller's birthday, we had the crew over for a barbecue. Buzz and I made Keller a special birthday hat out of a plastic tiara and the hard-hat that came wth the kid's tool set that we got him. After dinner, we headed over to Buzz's for some drinks and to send him off to University, then off to Havelock. Keller and I got a ride into the village with Buzz's mom, who had an amazing, mellow acceptance of her son. I could never convey the nuances of the conversation exactly, but here's what I remember.
Buzz's Mom: Now, Buzz, don't get in a fight!
Buzz: I will.
Mom: Watch out after him, boys (to me and Keller)
Buzz: I'm going to kill a nigger!
Mom: Oh Buzz...
Buzz: I'll do it.
I feel like I need to say that Buzz has such a strange, calm manner about him that even though he may seem to be slightly judgemental, his overt racism is just another reason we love him, and has never been acted upon thus far. It's all good.
Havelock was lovely, though I lost my sweater. While dancing like an idiot to the terrible, terrible music that absolutely permeates popular bars, I decided that the bar managers must have a pretty good racket - more than half of the money I spent as on drinks intended to dull my senses to the absolutely awful music, and the rest on drinks to slow the coming the inevitable realization that aparently no one in New Zealand can dance. It was still god fun, though.
The next morning, Keller and I drove Noah to the bus station, from where he was off to Auckland to meet up with his family.
After a quiet week of being repeatedly fired by our evil, terrorist, turkish orchard manager (whom we took to calling "Turkish Delight" "Achmad" "Al Qaeda" and other endearing names) it was time to bid farewell, forever to the old house. We loaded up the merc like a bunch of Okies (backpacks ties to the roof, etc. etc.) and made the pilgrimage up to our new home. We settled in to our new digs - and had a good chat with our new flat mates - ex smuggler, con-man, bartender and man of the world Glen, his blind, autistic son Jess and Mooch the cat.
The Katz tribe was in town for the weekend, and we took some time out of our busy schedule to check out the Art Deco festival in town. I have never seen anything like it, or even close, for that matter. The entire city center was closed off, there were barbershop quartets on every street corner, 4 piece jazz ensembles and enough classic cars to make my neck sore from constantly looking around. Perhaps most fantastically, all along the waterfront, for hundreds and hundreds of yards people had set up extremely elaborate tents, with beautiful wooden furniture, tablecloths, sofas (all period, of course) and were lounging, playing croquet and having tea while adorned in resplendent 1930s clothing - all the ladies with long dresses, satin, lace and ribbons with little hats and parasols; gentlemen in suits or rolled-up shirtsleeves and suspenders topped by flat-brimmed straw hats or fedoras and the children in little dresses and knickers. While we were strolling along, Sarah and I stopped to listen to a barbershop quartet do a rendition of a Maori folk song until we turned and noticed an old man in full Deco battle dress shouting excitedly at Keller in Japanese while gesturing with his cane.
We gave the Katz's a tour of Waimarama beach, Te Mata peak and finally settled back at the Taradale house for a barbecue dinner, before saying our final farewells to the old abode and heading home. Sunday night saw us at the Old Church chatting over a lovely dinner and making business arrangements (Dean, if you could send out my royalty check for this as soon as you can, that would be excellent.) before parting ways, with Keller and I heading back to Glen's and Noah and the fam taking off for new adventures.
On Tuesday, after being fired several more times we signed up at Job #9, picking blueberries. Bleberries turned out to be kind of nice and realxing, compared to apples, and though we were making less money I quite enjoyed it. Friday night Glen took Keller and I out to The Union, the neighborhood pub, which I quite enjoyed - as the working men who seemed to be major patrons had a much more sensible taste in music. We were introduced to the barmaids, and the owner of the bar (all friends of Glen's), sang some karaoke, and eventually staggered home.
Last night (not actually last night anymore) I was grilling up some burgers for dinner and shooting the bull with Glen while one of the trucks at the warehousing yard next door was backing up to park next to Glen's fence. Glen had been in the midst of a fierce battle with the truckers after one of them started crashing into his fence, and was just sitting on the table, quietly daring him to hit it again. As the truck pulled out, the whole fence shuddered and there was a huge crashing noise. Glen was immediately running out of the house shouting at me to get the camera. While I filmed, Glen ran out the front door to the trucker and the manager, who were trying to straighten the huge, metal pole that had been knocked over, with a forklift. Glen hassled them until the police showed up, and took a statement. After that it was off the union again, where Noah whiled away the night chatting up some German girl, and Glen and I had a short nap on what we thought, at the time, to be rail road tracks (but later turned out to be a loading ramp aside the tracks themselvs). Good fun.
This last week has been slow on the work side of things, despite a killing in our foray into ("not" stolen) blueberry distribution. We were going to be picking kiwis today, but that fell through, as did blueberries again, so I'm counting on some ingenuity to get us some money, but we'll see how all that pans out. Two more weeks of work, then we're off to the Great South for 2 or 3 weeks, then Keller and Noah are off to Amsterdam, and I return to Glen's and hopefully some more lucrative work. We should have some good tales from down south, and I'll try to get them up in a timely fashion.
Cheers!
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Updates from the Orchard
Monday, December 8, 2008
Palmerston North: Take 2
Jobs: Take 3
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Jobs: Take 2
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Allow Me to Introduce You...
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Halloween, Guy Fawkes, Continued Unemployment and Me Tearing Up Over Memories of Ron Paul
Monday, October 20, 2008
Six Curious Tales
Friday, October 10, 2008
Housin'
We're getting internet and phone service in the house pretty soon, so I'll write more then, but for now, we're settling in and things are awesome. We met our landlord B.G. today, he's a 68 year old kiwi guy who grew up in the bush, he's deaf and has a wooden leg. He kicks arse!
More later... also, tons of pictures OTW.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Part II
After returning, we head into our room, and find out where the other guys were. They were (we assume) out drinking in a gutter. As we walk in, one rolls out of bed and says, to Keller, "Lawry? Are you still up?" to which Keller replies that he is not, in fact, Lawry. This prompts much apologizing, and the man falls back asleep. Keller and I crawl into our nice, warm sleeping bags and fall asleep. Later, Lawry (we assume) stumbles into the room. and into bed. He screams at his friend to stop snoring, then begins to make noises that I have never heard another human being make, asleep or awake*. I manage to fall asleep, though I do wake up periodically during the night in fear of the rapture. The next morning, I awake to the unprecedented sight of Noah not asleep. His bed is empty. I get up, and head to the kitchen where I find him huddled over some cereal like a Holocaust survivor. He tells me that, finding no blankets in the hostel, he was forced to sleep under a pile of his clothes and nearly froze to death (due partially to the window being open). He said that he slept for 2 or 3 hours before gettig up at 5am to take a hot shower. As soon as is possible, we depart from the hostel, leving it's rotund owners and irritating decor (hundreds upon hundreds of little wooden signs hanging around with cute little sayings like "There are no strangers here, only friends we haven't met" on them) behind. After hanging around P. North (slightly less creepy during the day), my purchasing of a new hat, and eating "American Hotdogs" sold by a guy going to Massey University (just out of town) - who also offered us his opinions on good bands, places to work, and music festivals (The only quantity he knew of was "heaps" - and he used this word to describe anything and everything (i.e. "It's heaps fun" "heaps of people" "heaps good music" etc. etc.)) we headed to the bus terminal - headed to Napier and hopefully orchard work. The bus ride took seemingly forever, but we arrived at Napier and checking into an Art Deco hotel turned hostel - very nice.
Tuesday, Keller and Noah slept until, roughly, the end of time. A construction crew outside our window is jackhammering the pavement apart, and we all agree that this is soothing compared to the snoring from the night before. We made some calls about jobs, houses etc, and did another puzzle. I start describing the pieces as people - based on thier appearance (i.e. a short man, a dancing morgan, and bright angel, etc. etc.) which irrates Noah to no end. We finish the puzzle except for the 5 missing pieces (in 2.5 hours) and decide that we will never do a puzzle not freshly out of the box ever again. That night we head downstairs to the bar. It's not very crowded, and we get a chance to watch the other patrons. They are: "Suity", a 32 (he announced this) year-old buisnessman in a suit and tie, who was boisterously intoxicated and bought round after round of drinks, a younger guy with a goatee and turtle-neck sweater who would alternate between grinding on his male friend and making out with (we presume) his girlfriend. We played copious amounts of pool while enjoying the "2 for 1" drink special. We had a brief discussion of the merits of different beers (Keller favors Tui, Noah Export Gold, and I Waikato) but arrived a the mutual conclusion that they are all delicious.
Today we are hopefully headed out on bikes to look at a house we might rent, and enjoy the lovely weather and beaches around Napier.
Peace,
Nathan
*Not even Corey. I'm serious.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
We All Almost Die (OR: The Dancing Morgan)
We woke up the next morning with an hour before check-out. I take a leisurely shower, and head back to the room, only to find the owner and cleaning lady (whom Noah informed us was the crack-addicted estranged daughter of the owner) puzzling over why we are there. We think that this is not puzzling at all - until we reach the unanimous decision that it is actually daylight savings time. Oops. We eat a breakfast of oatmeal, which prompts me to have the realization that bioling oats in water is clearly something God never intended man to do. We go for a walk along the river and see many, many people fishing and doing a resplendent job of not catching anything. Back in town, Noah passes out on the ground, and I get the Sunday edition of the NZ Herald. It turns out that the "Sunday" in "Sunday Edition" actually means "Stabbings, arson, and melodrama". "Edition" still means "edition". Inconveniently, this is the only day the herald comes in a readable form (stapled together like a oversized magazine - rather than the normal, senselessly awkward pages, one of which could be used to sail a small ocean-going vessel). We get on the bus and head to Palmerston North. Upon arrival, we are tired and decide to bee-line it to the hostel. We head to the hostel, but at some point decide that we are on the wrong road and turn around. We repeat this procedure several times, before heading back the origional way - only to find that the hostel itself was roughly 10 feet further from where we first turned around. The downside, is that the hostel is boarded up, and (upon further inspection) looks like a meth den. We head to the only other hostel in P. North - Peppertree Lodge. We did not know this then, but in ancient Maori folklore, a Peppertree symbolizes the enterance to Hell. We are checked in by a woman roughly the size and shape of a mailbox (the big blue ones on street corners back home). In stark contrast with the other hostels, this is inhabited solely by elderly women. We wonder where all the other guys are.
I gotta leave this here - time on the computer is running dangerously low and dinner's ready. The stunning conclusion tomorrow.
Peace and love, Nathan
Friday, September 26, 2008
12000ft.
We got picked up from the hostel by a limo, and rode to the base near the airport. We watched a movie of some one's jump, and then got a short briefing before getting in our sweet jump suits, meeting our guides, and getting in the plane. There were about 6 or so other people in the plane... I jumped first with Mac, and Noah was second with Henk. Jumping out was the craziest thing ever. Just crazy. Then you are blasting through the air, face toward the ground, for about 40-45 sec. (we jumped from 12000 ft., but for $100nz more, you can go to 15000, where apparently you can see the entire country... coast to coast in all directions. We still had an amazing view- it was ridiculously high up.)
Then the guide pulls the chute, and you get to float to the ground over a period of about 8 min... amazing views all the way down.
Next chance you get to go skydiving, I heartily suggest you go. (Our jump was $220nz each, about $155us)
Woo!
Yesterday, we hiked out past Huka Falls again and fished for prawns... we caught 9 in like 4 hours... it was fun though- prawns are very tricky! After making delicious delicious stir fry, we hiked back t0 the trailhead where there was a hot pool to sit in and watched the stars. On the way back, we saw a possum... the most dangerous animal we've seen so far [rabies!]
Anyways, after we got back, I rented a bike and rode on the walking trail to get my broken camera that I left at the prawn place, it took about 25 min... on the way back, I found the bike path, and decided to take it: AWESOME! It took almost an hour, but the trails were amazing, and I got to take a bunch of pictures. Got back to the hostel, made tons of stir fry, yum. After I'm done writing this, we're walking to the McDonald's to steal sugar and make rice pudding.
Yee-haw!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Jumping out of planes
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
What's that smell...?
Excuse my poor spelling/punctuation everyone who knows me knows that its not exactly my strong point.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Ow
Monday: Got bus passes that take us down to Wellington, but we can get on/off at whatever city we want. We hop on the bus and head to Thames. We had a pretty relaxed rest of the day, got pizza and watched James Bond at the hostel. Became good acquaintances with the host, who always greeted us with a friendly "hi chaps"
Tuesday: Took a shuttle to Whitianga, a small town on the Coromandel Peninsula. The hostel was right on the beach, and the weather was great. We have time to run to the store before it got too dark, and made copious amounts of stir-fry and rice. I ate until I couldn't anymore.
Wednesday: Woke up, had some of Nathan's signature omlettes (tasty cheese, avocado, and onion). We rented some (crummy) bikes from the hostel for $20, and rode through some beautiful hills about 18 km to Hot Water Beach. We walked down the beach and hung out until low tide, when you can rent shovels and dig a hole near some rocks where hot spring water apparently bubbled up. We got the shovel, and started digging. At this point, the water is still pretty far in, and waves keep destroying our holes. Just before we are about to lose hope, we walk down into the surf and bury our feet, only to find that we are being very badly burned! Yay! So we set up a routine of digging about an inch into the sand and sitting there until a freezing wave comes, or our bums are scalded by hot water. After the tide comes back in and we are sufficiently sandy and cut up by sharp rocks, we decide to call it quits and ride back, because we realized that we forgot to pack lunch. Noah broke his Jandals. The ride back turns out to be harder, and by the time we get back to the hostel, Nathan is so tired that he slices his thumb while cutting cheese. The hostel guys were helpful, we got a ride to a woman's house who then took us to the local clinic, and they put a nice baseball-sized bandage on thumb. By that time, we are almost delerious from lack of food, so we walk to a restaurant and eat the most delicious and deserved burger of our entire lives. We slept hard.
Thursday: Had cowboy toast and budget beans* for breakfast, and mess around until the shuttle came to take us back to Thames (the ride back was rather twisty, and the german in back only asked us for a bag to puke in once), where we get back on the Intercity bus to come to Tauranga. The hostel guy pointed us in the direction of a fish and chips place, where we ate delicious fish and chips with tomato sauce (ketchup.) wrapped in newspaper (we can't escape from Sarah Palin). Tomorrow we're going to hike up Mt. Maunganui, and visit the hot springs there, where we won't have to dig so much.
Will post pics later, probably...
cheers
*Budget (brand) beans cost $0.65, and they are my favorite thing ever... tomorrow we are going to try budget spaghetti.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
real post tomorrow morning
I'm out of computer time now, so i'll do a full one tomorrow
Sunday, September 14, 2008
In Auckland (Or: In Japan, or China...or Samoa...)
Saturday, we ventured out to Kelly Tarlton's, an underground aquarium and penguin habitat. We hitched a ride with a tour-bus driver going to pick up his fares, who would become our first glimpse into kiwi indiosyncracies. We were waiting for another passenger (who never showed), when the driver looked at his watch and announced "Well, I guess I have time to roll a quick joint." (which turned out to be tobacco based). He went on to encourage us not to take up smoking, but excused himself for the habbit by saying "I'm too old for sex, and I can't drink." He is my favorite person we've met so far.
We notice that there are enormous populations of Japanese, Koreans, Chinese and Malasians here. Perhaps more so than the population of brit-decended kiwis. (It's only the 3rd day and already Keller is getting tired of my Japanese tourist impersonation).
Today, Sunday, we walked to the Auckland Museum, which was fantastic, then returned home after doing some shopping (three words: "Budget" brand beans) for under $13NZ. Now we're of to make some Thai Lamb sausages and, of course, the beans.
Sweet as,
Nathan
The Journey Over
4:00 pm: Entered US security after long, long, long goodbyes. Keller's thermos looks like a bomb on the x-ray. Everyone at the airport, including TSA agents, are nice. Uncomfortably so. Plane ride to LA is fine.
7:00 pm: We are waiting in line at the Air NZ desk at LAX to check in...we have 45 minutes to make our flight.
7:15 pm: Noah's visa is rejected...bug the situation is righted.
7:30 pm: My visa gets red-flagged by the NZ terrorist watch list (I don't know why...I promise). The agent calls Auckland to get an override code, but their computers are down.
7:45 pm: My visa is accepted. Hooray. We get on the plane.
8:30 pm: The captain gets on the PA to tell us the the plane is broken (not in those words) and that repairs are coming, but at a time he cannot ascertain.
9:00 pm: We take off from American soil for the last time in a year.
...we go crazy on the plane. I am abused to no extent by the Kiwi flight attendants. My dinner comes with no fork and no crackers. I eat my cheese by itself and my beef with a spoon. For breakfast, I order the fruit plate. I receive the cheese omlette (which was actually pretty good), but end up covering in in sugar instead of salt. Still tastes ok...
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Herro
Today is Sept. 5th- we just booked a hostel in Auckland and are busy getting packed and super stoked to leave.