Just getting into the swing of things...
So, after meeting the two Aussies, Kev and Chris, it was decided
that we wanted to go down to Christchurch
and go snowboarding. I
had a little internal struggle because I still had a day left on the
hostel I was staying in, and I didn't want to squander that.
Additionally, I was going to have to buy an unanticipated plane ticket
to get down to the south island. After some consideration I
decided to roll of course. Two reasons prevailed: a) everyone has
been telling me that the south island of New Zealand is better anyway,
and b) the whole point of this trip is to be open and up for whatever.
Consequently, I bought the ticket, packed my stuff and was on a plane
within about a 4 hour span.
The cathedral across from the hotel...
We got to Christchurch and it was late and cold. Fortunately, Kev
knew someone who lives there so we got picked up from the
airport. The first night we just hit the hay and was uneventful.
The next night was different. We went out to get something to
eat, then hit an Irish pub. I had like three beers and I
just could not hang. I don't know what it was (jet lag maybe) but
I had to tap out at about midnight because I COULD NOT keep my eyes
open. Plus we were supposed to be going snowboarding the
next day anyway, so I needed my rest. Somehow I woke up at about
3am and Kev and Chris weren't back yet. I thought this was
strange, but I rolled back over and went to sleep. Mind you we
have to catch a 7am bus to the mountain in the morning.
I woke up
again at about 530: still no sign of these cats. That's when I
started to worry. I thought either one of them died or that they
both got locked up. Believe it or not I jumped into a cab and
commenced a search. I started at the hospital and then finished
at the police station. No dice on either. Now it's 645 and
I decide to head back to the room. Lo and behold, they were
there, and they had seen me jump into a cab, but were too drunk to stop
me. Needless to say, they smelled like a distillery all the
way up to the mountain and most of the morning, and was equally
worthless at snowboarding. Kev was too hungover to roll.
By the afternoon, Chris had sobered up and it shaped up to be a great
time. The south island is definitely better than the north and I
highly recommend it. Keep an eye out for my Kiwi/Aussie
translation blog because it is definitely a different
language. Next stop: back to Auckland