I don't feel like I have much interesting to say, so here is my every thought.
New Zealanders - very short shorts and less concern for modesty. Love alcohol any and all the time. Especially beer. It is said you can get anything from an Australian just by handing them a beer. I don't doubt it. Fun fact, it's not illegal to walk around in public drinking an alcoholic drink. This happened to be our night's activity. We bought a 4 pack of Smirnoff Ice, took it to the beach and went for a walk.
Ha, so the five of us walked past a group of folks (who might have been slightly inebriated) and one of the men yelled to Joe, "You are a lucky, lucky guy". Should us women be insulted or flattered? Not sure.
After two days of keeping an eye out for our Australian friends (and maybe taking a purposeful detour or two hoping we'd run into them), we met them walking down the boardwalk. They were headed to the bar across from our hostel, so we joined them for a beer and after chatting, realized we were all headed in the same direction on our road trip. We basically have to make plans with them to meet at a specific time or it won't happen. It's like way back in the olden days, I feel so…antique without a cell phone.
Or internet.
We're meeting up with them tomorrow night at the hostel, possibly for supper?
Discovered clothes aren't that much expensive here. Dresses and shirts for 15 dollars? I'll take it. No, mom, I didn't spend money I didn't need to on clothes, but that doesn't mean I wasn't tempted. I wanted to dress boho like the rest of this city, but I refrained. With this tan I'm developing, I'm not such an outcast as I was before.
Oh speaking of which, I have a nice tan/burn. Sun - such a cool thing.
Tomorrow we board the Jucy van and take off! Trying to be frugal and not have to pay for a place to stay, so wish us luck on that. We could also use prayers for having to be in close quarters with each other with no shower access. I'd like for all of us to come out alive. Not hating each other would be a bonus.
We're driving first to TeAnau and staying there a night, then driving up to Milford Sound and spending a day there. After that, we'll drive south again and head to Dunedin, then on to Christchurch. I'm unsure of the timeline (as I was busy uploading pictures when this all went down) but I think after that we return the van to Queenstown.
Also, one of the New Zealander's favorite pastimes must be making tourists believe their crazy lies. The guy behind the front desk as the hostel thought it was amusing to give us the wrong directions to the post office (things are on their way to America as we speak, WUTUP) and our people occupying our neighboring room had us believing that a shark gnawed on part of his leg. Not to mention the drop bear lie that I mentioned in my previous post. Moral of the story - don't trust anyone.
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