And then the three heroes went solo.
I drove Bruno Timberlake Mars from Kaikoura to Picton this morning then hopped on the Interislander Ferry.
The Canadian's still hanging in Kaikoura.
LP is in Dunedin.
And me? I'm being socially awkward and weird in a hostel in downtown Wellington. Just making friends everywhere I go, except for here cause I think I'm making people uncomfortable by just like ...breathing.
Tomorrow I'm waking up at the crack to head to Rotorua because I'm looking for hobbits.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Friday, March 22, 2013
Rock Solid
I grew up going to a church camp nestled in Eastern Kentucky near the small foot hill town of Irvine. Camp Burnamwood, for many a week in the summers of my childhood and full-on sticky summers in my early adult hood, it was my home. It's a safe and welcoming place to all.
It's Presbyterian, I don't know if that qualifier is in any way shape or form relevant-- but to me it's important.
Anyways, the point of even mentioning Camp in the first place is because the Candian and I explored the beach at Kaikoura a wee bit on our first night, to stretch our legs after a particular long drive from Dunedin. The scenery here, like the rest of this country, is unreal.
The beach wasn't like anything I've ever seen before. Instead of smooth sand or even jagged, uneven rocks beneath my shoes, my soles slipped over smooth dark stones all along the coast.
We do a search for the best, most perfect, smoothest rock. It's here she tells me that she and her mother collect heart shape rocks for each other and that her mother might pee herself with excitement over the millions, billions and trillions of the heart shaped possibilities.
Continuing my search, I look down and see a hint of white snuggled in with all the dark. I pick it up and roll it around in the palm of my hand. It's perfect. It's mine.
It's here on our little jaunt I start telling her about Camp Burnamwood.
Now I'm not a particularly religious person-- at least I don't think I am. I'm open to a bigger picture. I believe in science. But the kind of spiritual worship I participated in the foothills of those Appalachian mountains back home have stuck with me. It's there that I become completely affected by something bigger than myself.
Holding my perfect white rock in my hand, I'm telling her how it reminds me of a certain week, at a certain age (neither of which I can remember) where we (the campers) were tasked with finding a little rock or stone from the creek bed and bring it for the last night of the week. The ramifications being: it could not be any larger than the palm of your hand.-- the whole idea being that, 'God is my rock.' That night after the rocks were collected, they were placed in a big pile, I picked up a new one and read the words, 'Here I am.'
I squeezed my little white rock and looked down at it and though to myself, 'Here I am.'
Here I am. Here I am. Here I am.
At those words, everything and anything that I have ever been affected by or felt-- ever-- the good, the beautiful, death, the ugly--all hits me at once and I start to cry.
All of a sudden this humongous intangible idea becomes tangible and it fits in the palm of my hand.
I cry because I'm here in New Zealand, because of graduation, because of a break up. I cry because I know my family is proud of me. I cry because I'm scared of what happens next. I cry because I know I'm right where I'm supposed to be. I cry because I'm exhausted. I cry because I'm homesick. I cry because I need to shower. I cry because I love my friends. I cry because everything... EVERYTHING is in the palm of my hand.
I cry because my little white rock screams at me,
"Here I am, you idiot! Here I am and there you are and everything is going to be okay. Just hold on to me. I'm here."
It's so simple, little white rock.
It's Presbyterian, I don't know if that qualifier is in any way shape or form relevant-- but to me it's important.
Anyways, the point of even mentioning Camp in the first place is because the Candian and I explored the beach at Kaikoura a wee bit on our first night, to stretch our legs after a particular long drive from Dunedin. The scenery here, like the rest of this country, is unreal.
The beach wasn't like anything I've ever seen before. Instead of smooth sand or even jagged, uneven rocks beneath my shoes, my soles slipped over smooth dark stones all along the coast.
We do a search for the best, most perfect, smoothest rock. It's here she tells me that she and her mother collect heart shape rocks for each other and that her mother might pee herself with excitement over the millions, billions and trillions of the heart shaped possibilities.
Continuing my search, I look down and see a hint of white snuggled in with all the dark. I pick it up and roll it around in the palm of my hand. It's perfect. It's mine.
It's here on our little jaunt I start telling her about Camp Burnamwood.
Now I'm not a particularly religious person-- at least I don't think I am. I'm open to a bigger picture. I believe in science. But the kind of spiritual worship I participated in the foothills of those Appalachian mountains back home have stuck with me. It's there that I become completely affected by something bigger than myself.
Holding my perfect white rock in my hand, I'm telling her how it reminds me of a certain week, at a certain age (neither of which I can remember) where we (the campers) were tasked with finding a little rock or stone from the creek bed and bring it for the last night of the week. The ramifications being: it could not be any larger than the palm of your hand.-- the whole idea being that, 'God is my rock.' That night after the rocks were collected, they were placed in a big pile, I picked up a new one and read the words, 'Here I am.'
I squeezed my little white rock and looked down at it and though to myself, 'Here I am.'
Here I am. Here I am. Here I am.
At those words, everything and anything that I have ever been affected by or felt-- ever-- the good, the beautiful, death, the ugly--all hits me at once and I start to cry.
All of a sudden this humongous intangible idea becomes tangible and it fits in the palm of my hand.
I cry because I'm here in New Zealand, because of graduation, because of a break up. I cry because I know my family is proud of me. I cry because I'm scared of what happens next. I cry because I know I'm right where I'm supposed to be. I cry because I'm exhausted. I cry because I'm homesick. I cry because I need to shower. I cry because I love my friends. I cry because everything... EVERYTHING is in the palm of my hand.
I cry because my little white rock screams at me,
"Here I am, you idiot! Here I am and there you are and everything is going to be okay. Just hold on to me. I'm here."
It's so simple, little white rock.
Three Way Separation
Our three heroes made it to Kaikoura yesterday, where sea meets snow capped mountains in one big explosion to the eye. It's unreal.
Driving here yesterday, it all kind of hit us at once that coming to this country has been the best decisions of our lives and that ending the adventure so soon is absolutely heart breaking.
But does it really have to end? The answer was a loud 'HELL NAW.'
The three of us are coming back in 2014, all in our own ways.
For the Canadian it may be in the form of Midwifery School or alternative medicine.
For LP, it may be in the form of a working holiday visa or grad school.
For me...Do I apply for the working holiday visa? Do I move here? Do I stay here? Do I completely change my plan? It's been my plan for years, and it's terrifying to think that it could all change.
In regards to this idea that we're coming back here, with one week left, the three heroes are splitting up... Even LP and I.
It's true.
The three heroes with their trusty steed Bruno Timberlake Mars end their journey together in Kaikoura.
The Canadian's staying in Kaikoura for a few more days and going to finish the North Island at her own pace and her own time.
LP is going back to Dunedin. She and I will happily reunite in Auckland on Thursday.
And me? I feel like need to reevaluate my entire future, while also going to Hobbiton.
It's the end of the adventure for the three heroes, but really, it's just the beginning of their friendship.
Driving here yesterday, it all kind of hit us at once that coming to this country has been the best decisions of our lives and that ending the adventure so soon is absolutely heart breaking.
But does it really have to end? The answer was a loud 'HELL NAW.'
The three of us are coming back in 2014, all in our own ways.
For the Canadian it may be in the form of Midwifery School or alternative medicine.
For LP, it may be in the form of a working holiday visa or grad school.
For me...Do I apply for the working holiday visa? Do I move here? Do I stay here? Do I completely change my plan? It's been my plan for years, and it's terrifying to think that it could all change.
In regards to this idea that we're coming back here, with one week left, the three heroes are splitting up... Even LP and I.
It's true.
The three heroes with their trusty steed Bruno Timberlake Mars end their journey together in Kaikoura.
The Canadian's staying in Kaikoura for a few more days and going to finish the North Island at her own pace and her own time.
LP is going back to Dunedin. She and I will happily reunite in Auckland on Thursday.
And me? I feel like need to reevaluate my entire future, while also going to Hobbiton.
It's the end of the adventure for the three heroes, but really, it's just the beginning of their friendship.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Birthdays and Single Digits
Today is the Canadian's birthday. It's my first Canadian birthday celebration. Do Canadians sing 'happy birthday'? Do they like cake? I don't have any maple syrup, and there's not hockey game. What do should we do, eh?
Just KIDDING, you guys. Canadians are human too.
Actually, LP and I are sitting in a coffee shop called Strictly Coffee near our hostel waiting for the birthday girl herself. We have a few things planned for her and knowing her she's going to fight it and love it all at the same time.
Today's our last full day in Dunedin, tomorrow morning we drive up the East coast to a town called Kaikoura. And since it's on the coast, there's a 86% chance that I will be kayaking again... Because apparently I can't get enough of it.
We back track down the coast on Saturday to experience Christchurch, aka Farmers Market (my people) and another Rugby game... Because apparently I can't get enough of it.
Sunday is back to the North Island and it's going to be tough to pack in everything we want to do in the North Island in quite literally 4 1/2 days; less than 24 hours in Wellington, a day to hike Mt. Doom (YES THAT MOUNT DOOM) and a day in Hobbiton (YES THAT HOBBITON)
We're in single digits of how many days left there are. I might cry.
Here it goes.
Just KIDDING, you guys. Canadians are human too.
Actually, LP and I are sitting in a coffee shop called Strictly Coffee near our hostel waiting for the birthday girl herself. We have a few things planned for her and knowing her she's going to fight it and love it all at the same time.
Today's our last full day in Dunedin, tomorrow morning we drive up the East coast to a town called Kaikoura. And since it's on the coast, there's a 86% chance that I will be kayaking again... Because apparently I can't get enough of it.
We back track down the coast on Saturday to experience Christchurch, aka Farmers Market (my people) and another Rugby game... Because apparently I can't get enough of it.
Sunday is back to the North Island and it's going to be tough to pack in everything we want to do in the North Island in quite literally 4 1/2 days; less than 24 hours in Wellington, a day to hike Mt. Doom (YES THAT MOUNT DOOM) and a day in Hobbiton (YES THAT HOBBITON)
We're in single digits of how many days left there are. I might cry.
Here it goes.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Dunedin Dunedin Dunedin
Dudes,
Wait one month is gone already? How'd that happen? Time flies when you're flying.
With now a little less than 2 weeks to go on this adventure, we're extending our stay in Dunedin even longer. It's nice not to be on the to ALL the time. With the exception of being in Sydney for 6 days, this the longest I've been in one place for month. We need and needed to land for a couple of days.
What started as a 2 day stay,turned into 4 days, which then has turned into something else entirely. This time last week, by today we would be back in the North Island getting reacquainted and friendly with the Windy City, Wellington.
But, nope. We're still here.
I can't quite put my finger on what I like about this city. It's nestled in the eastern corner of the South Island. I haven't been out of the city for a couple of days... Actually I haven't gone further than 8 blocks in any direction since we blew in-- in our Silver Stallion, Bruno Timberlake Mars on Wednesday.
Friday night we attended our first RUGBY GAME, and it was the most brutal, animalistic thing I have ever seen. It was bloody, and sweaty and man those Rugby shorts are short. I guess I'm a Dunedin Highlanders (highlanders because of the Scottish heritage happening down here... I assume) now. They didn't win the game against the Wellington Hurricanes, but it was still such a spectacle. If there's a chance of going to another game while I'm here, I'm going to take the opportunity to search and seek out my future husband... I mean to enjoy the sport. But really it's such a fun time.
We scoped out the Otago Farmers Market at the Railway Station on Saturday morning and tomorrow (Monday) there's a good chance we will be touring the local brewery (probably another wino experience-- I'll have to keep my facial expressions in check and not throw up) and the CHOCOLATE FACTORY TOUR (I'll have to keep my facial expressions in check and be cool ).
You guys know Cadbury Eggs? Like the best chocolate you could get in your Easter basket growing up? THAT FACTORY IS LOCATED HERE IN DUNEDIN AND I MIGHT DIE FROM CHOCOLATE. Yes, I probably will die from chocolate... Nothing else. I'd like my overdose to be simple, to the point and obvious.
Anyways, just a short update. Still way more to see and more to talk about.
Until then,
Katie
Wait one month is gone already? How'd that happen? Time flies when you're flying.
With now a little less than 2 weeks to go on this adventure, we're extending our stay in Dunedin even longer. It's nice not to be on the to ALL the time. With the exception of being in Sydney for 6 days, this the longest I've been in one place for month. We need and needed to land for a couple of days.
What started as a 2 day stay,turned into 4 days, which then has turned into something else entirely. This time last week, by today we would be back in the North Island getting reacquainted and friendly with the Windy City, Wellington.
But, nope. We're still here.
I can't quite put my finger on what I like about this city. It's nestled in the eastern corner of the South Island. I haven't been out of the city for a couple of days... Actually I haven't gone further than 8 blocks in any direction since we blew in-- in our Silver Stallion, Bruno Timberlake Mars on Wednesday.
Friday night we attended our first RUGBY GAME, and it was the most brutal, animalistic thing I have ever seen. It was bloody, and sweaty and man those Rugby shorts are short. I guess I'm a Dunedin Highlanders (highlanders because of the Scottish heritage happening down here... I assume) now. They didn't win the game against the Wellington Hurricanes, but it was still such a spectacle. If there's a chance of going to another game while I'm here, I'm going to take the opportunity to search and seek out my future husband... I mean to enjoy the sport. But really it's such a fun time.
We scoped out the Otago Farmers Market at the Railway Station on Saturday morning and tomorrow (Monday) there's a good chance we will be touring the local brewery (probably another wino experience-- I'll have to keep my facial expressions in check and not throw up) and the CHOCOLATE FACTORY TOUR (I'll have to keep my facial expressions in check and be cool ).
You guys know Cadbury Eggs? Like the best chocolate you could get in your Easter basket growing up? THAT FACTORY IS LOCATED HERE IN DUNEDIN AND I MIGHT DIE FROM CHOCOLATE. Yes, I probably will die from chocolate... Nothing else. I'd like my overdose to be simple, to the point and obvious.
Anyways, just a short update. Still way more to see and more to talk about.
Until then,
Katie
Thursday, March 14, 2013
That Awkward Moment When - a collection from the Road Trip Edition Part 1
That awkward moment when you have to keep reminding yourself that Kiwis drive on the left side of the road.
The awkward moment when I'm not allowed to drive the car because I can't remember that Kiwis drive on the left side of the road.
The awkward moment when the Canadian doesn't book a hostel and sleeps in the backseat of the car, Blue Ivy.
The awkward moment when you're hiking and you get passed on the trail by some speedy geriatrics.
The awkward moment when the steepness of the hill outweighs the once in the life time opportunity to see a receding glacier...remember global warming guys.
That awkward moment when you're driving along down a steep hill and your start to smell something burning.
That awkward moment in Dunedin when the only kiwi that has hit on you in 4 weeks has a chin strap beard and keeps telling you about his farts because he ate at some chain called Lone Star.
That awkward moment when the Canadian casually invites everyone in the hostel lounge to go out for drinks and the only one who responds is the one guy you don't actually want to invite.
And then the awkward moment when you see that one guy you didn't want to invite roaming the streets outside the bar because he didn't quite get a good look at you back at the hostel.
The awkward moment when you're at a cute cafe in Riverton on the Southern Scenic Highway and you have to go the bathroom, like really have to go. And on your way to the bathroom you grab Marie Claire magazine off a nearby coffee table. The awkward moment when while you do your business, you're reading about the costume design in the new film Anna Karenina and someone comes into the bathroom. The awkward moment when you don't want to get caught with the magazine so you leave it on the back of the toilet. That awkward moment when you see who is waiting to use the facilities and its your waitress and she's about to find out what kind of business you did.
Actually, the awkward moment anytime you have do serious business.
The awkward moment when 2/3 of the car has to pee at least 75% of the time on long road stretches with zero opportunities for potty breaks.
The awkward moment when 2/3 of the car continues the trend of having to pee at least 75% time every night at the current hostel.
The awkward moment when you try and use a gas station bathroom without buying gas and you get yelled at. It's scary and so sad.
The awkward moment when driving in a parking lot or as they say here 'car park' and... Forget that Kiwis drive on the left side of the road.
That awkward moment when one of your british roommates looks like a sexy distant cousin of Robert Patinson and he casually slips that he has Mono and hepatitis into casual conversation and all your future dreams are absolutely crushed.
The awkward moment when taking a rest stop at a playground the Canadian 'accidentally' flips the bird to a bus full of young school children.
The awkward moment when you're kayaking in Milford Sound and the sandflies ruin all of the selfie-pictures.
The awkward moment when a giant herd of cattle is in the middle of the road, but then you makes friends with the Farmer and his attractive Farmer's son. That's my kin.
The awkward moment when you give your number 3 business hurricane names while going down the alphabet in the middle of an Indian restaurant. Appropriate?
The awkward moment when you get not only one but TWO saddle sores on your ass during your nerdy 3 hr LOTR ride.
The awkward moment when you pretend to know about Rugby to people who actually know about Rugby.
Awkward moment when you try an be an adult and go on a winery tour and you realize that every sip you take of the wine you make a face that looks like you're going to vomit. It's a cute face. Just stop pretending you know about wine, Katie.
........
To be continued...
The awkward moment when I'm not allowed to drive the car because I can't remember that Kiwis drive on the left side of the road.
The awkward moment when the Canadian doesn't book a hostel and sleeps in the backseat of the car, Blue Ivy.
The awkward moment when you're hiking and you get passed on the trail by some speedy geriatrics.
The awkward moment when the steepness of the hill outweighs the once in the life time opportunity to see a receding glacier...remember global warming guys.
That awkward moment when you're driving along down a steep hill and your start to smell something burning.
That awkward moment in Dunedin when the only kiwi that has hit on you in 4 weeks has a chin strap beard and keeps telling you about his farts because he ate at some chain called Lone Star.
That awkward moment when the Canadian casually invites everyone in the hostel lounge to go out for drinks and the only one who responds is the one guy you don't actually want to invite.
And then the awkward moment when you see that one guy you didn't want to invite roaming the streets outside the bar because he didn't quite get a good look at you back at the hostel.
The awkward moment when you're at a cute cafe in Riverton on the Southern Scenic Highway and you have to go the bathroom, like really have to go. And on your way to the bathroom you grab Marie Claire magazine off a nearby coffee table. The awkward moment when while you do your business, you're reading about the costume design in the new film Anna Karenina and someone comes into the bathroom. The awkward moment when you don't want to get caught with the magazine so you leave it on the back of the toilet. That awkward moment when you see who is waiting to use the facilities and its your waitress and she's about to find out what kind of business you did.
Actually, the awkward moment anytime you have do serious business.
The awkward moment when 2/3 of the car has to pee at least 75% of the time on long road stretches with zero opportunities for potty breaks.
The awkward moment when 2/3 of the car continues the trend of having to pee at least 75% time every night at the current hostel.
The awkward moment when you try and use a gas station bathroom without buying gas and you get yelled at. It's scary and so sad.
The awkward moment when driving in a parking lot or as they say here 'car park' and... Forget that Kiwis drive on the left side of the road.
That awkward moment when one of your british roommates looks like a sexy distant cousin of Robert Patinson and he casually slips that he has Mono and hepatitis into casual conversation and all your future dreams are absolutely crushed.
The awkward moment when taking a rest stop at a playground the Canadian 'accidentally' flips the bird to a bus full of young school children.
The awkward moment when you're kayaking in Milford Sound and the sandflies ruin all of the selfie-pictures.
The awkward moment when a giant herd of cattle is in the middle of the road, but then you makes friends with the Farmer and his attractive Farmer's son. That's my kin.
The awkward moment when you give your number 3 business hurricane names while going down the alphabet in the middle of an Indian restaurant. Appropriate?
The awkward moment when you get not only one but TWO saddle sores on your ass during your nerdy 3 hr LOTR ride.
The awkward moment when you pretend to know about Rugby to people who actually know about Rugby.
Awkward moment when you try an be an adult and go on a winery tour and you realize that every sip you take of the wine you make a face that looks like you're going to vomit. It's a cute face. Just stop pretending you know about wine, Katie.
........
To be continued...
And the Road Trip Continues
You guys, I can't reiterate enough that one of the best decisions of this trip (besides coming on this trip, of course) has been renting a car.
YOU GUYS, 3 girls from the North American continent (aka the three heroes) have driven the length of the South Island in New Zealand.
We made it to Dunedin on the South Eastern coast yesterday afternoon. I'm in love. So is LP. We love it so much that we are changing our already loose itinerary.
The original plan when we got Blue Ivy back in Nelson 7 days ago was that we would spend 2 nights in Dunedin, 2 nights in Christchurch, drop the car in Picton, immediately hop onto the ferry to the North Island. Finally spending a few days in Wellington since we missed it the experience on the way down.
No on car #2, we're extending our stay in Dunedin from 2 nights to 6 nights, we're extending our time with Bruno Timberlake Mars the sweet Nissan...but most importantly we're sticking with the Canadian.
We are not ready to separate. At this point I think it may be physically impossible to break up Blue Ivy's Gang/ Bruno's Bitches. What started as a casual hop in the car has not only turned into a serious-full-on-real-road-trip but a serious-full-on-real-friendship. 7 days and counting, hundreds of miles, 2 cars, a radio adaptor for the iPods, Beyonce, Mumford, Justin Timberlake, Bruno Mars and the South Island. It's just working. When that day comes when we do actually have to go our separate ways.... I don't even want... i can't even think about it.
LP and I have a little over 2 weeks left and after Dunedin it's just one big question mark.
Ain't life grand?
ByeeEE
PS in other news, the three heroes will be attending their first ever Rugby game tomorrow night: the Highlanders vs. the Hurricanes. I'll let you know if I find my future husband.
YOU GUYS, 3 girls from the North American continent (aka the three heroes) have driven the length of the South Island in New Zealand.
We made it to Dunedin on the South Eastern coast yesterday afternoon. I'm in love. So is LP. We love it so much that we are changing our already loose itinerary.
The original plan when we got Blue Ivy back in Nelson 7 days ago was that we would spend 2 nights in Dunedin, 2 nights in Christchurch, drop the car in Picton, immediately hop onto the ferry to the North Island. Finally spending a few days in Wellington since we missed it the experience on the way down.
No on car #2, we're extending our stay in Dunedin from 2 nights to 6 nights, we're extending our time with Bruno Timberlake Mars the sweet Nissan...but most importantly we're sticking with the Canadian.
We are not ready to separate. At this point I think it may be physically impossible to break up Blue Ivy's Gang/ Bruno's Bitches. What started as a casual hop in the car has not only turned into a serious-full-on-real-road-trip but a serious-full-on-real-friendship. 7 days and counting, hundreds of miles, 2 cars, a radio adaptor for the iPods, Beyonce, Mumford, Justin Timberlake, Bruno Mars and the South Island. It's just working. When that day comes when we do actually have to go our separate ways.... I don't even want... i can't even think about it.
LP and I have a little over 2 weeks left and after Dunedin it's just one big question mark.
Ain't life grand?
ByeeEE
PS in other news, the three heroes will be attending their first ever Rugby game tomorrow night: the Highlanders vs. the Hurricanes. I'll let you know if I find my future husband.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Milford Sound
Heroes in Milford. This is what you thought you were gonna read about earlier... Tricked ya.
Milford Sound. That's where this posting is coming from. It's nearly 4 1/2 hours from Queenstown, and it's only during parts of the year when you can actually get here. In the winter, the weather and snow makes it likely for AVALANCHES to happen. Yeah, I know, terrifying.
To get to the sound, which actually it isn't even a sound, it's a fiord, you have to drive through a tunnel. This is no ordinary tunnel. This is deep blasting, down hill for a few km... Like some sort of Disney world ride or...dare I say it? A dwarf tunnel scene out of LOTR or something ( never stop the nerd).
After the tunnel, the drive continues downhill for another ... 12-15 miles maybe? Bruno's brakes got a seriously hot workout, we know this because we could smell them the entire drive. Better Bruno than Blue, I guess.
I did another kayaking trip. The first one was in Abel Tasman at the top of the South Island. Now, I'm in near the bottom on the West coast on the South Island and I really just couldn't help myself. I loved it. This one was 3 times as long with an even earlier wake up call at 6:30am. It was so worth it. Catherine and I woke up at Dawn's crack and have absolutely no regrets. This is the best way to see Milford Sound. NOT MAD ABOUT IT.
On Monday I did a 22km horseback ride in Glenorchy, on Tuesday an 18km kayak tour in Milford sound and then the three heroes of North America are going to Dunedin on the East Coast. That drive could take anywhere from 6-10 hours depending on the route we take.
Dear sweet lord baby Jesus Allah Buddha Zeus, please be nice to my body.
Bruno, take us to Dunedin! SAFELY!
Milford Sound. That's where this posting is coming from. It's nearly 4 1/2 hours from Queenstown, and it's only during parts of the year when you can actually get here. In the winter, the weather and snow makes it likely for AVALANCHES to happen. Yeah, I know, terrifying.
To get to the sound, which actually it isn't even a sound, it's a fiord, you have to drive through a tunnel. This is no ordinary tunnel. This is deep blasting, down hill for a few km... Like some sort of Disney world ride or...dare I say it? A dwarf tunnel scene out of LOTR or something ( never stop the nerd).
After the tunnel, the drive continues downhill for another ... 12-15 miles maybe? Bruno's brakes got a seriously hot workout, we know this because we could smell them the entire drive. Better Bruno than Blue, I guess.
I did another kayaking trip. The first one was in Abel Tasman at the top of the South Island. Now, I'm in near the bottom on the West coast on the South Island and I really just couldn't help myself. I loved it. This one was 3 times as long with an even earlier wake up call at 6:30am. It was so worth it. Catherine and I woke up at Dawn's crack and have absolutely no regrets. This is the best way to see Milford Sound. NOT MAD ABOUT IT.
On Monday I did a 22km horseback ride in Glenorchy, on Tuesday an 18km kayak tour in Milford sound and then the three heroes of North America are going to Dunedin on the East Coast. That drive could take anywhere from 6-10 hours depending on the route we take.
Dear sweet lord baby Jesus Allah Buddha Zeus, please be nice to my body.
Bruno, take us to Dunedin! SAFELY!
A Short Nerdy Horsey Post, I'm sorry.
What do I say about the drive from Queenstown to Glenorchy? It's one of the most staggering drives. The mountains were craned from glaciers and just completely shoot up into the sky, it's amazing.
On our drive, we happen to take in a few stragglers... I guess they were hitch hikers, but instead of hitch hiking from the side of the road, they hitched a ride from our hostel so they could hike a trek out of Glenorchy. See what I did there?
Now, on to the horses. A horse trek is something both LP and I wanted to so from the very beginning. Kentucky girls and horses mix really well together... Unsurprisingly. We found a company called Dart Stables that incorporated terms and scenes from LOTR into the names and trails of their treks.. So obviously... Nerd life for life.
NATURALLY WE SIGNED UP FOR THE. TRILOGY LOOP.
I rode a horse named Eden. The ride was heaven and he liked to go fast. I saw the Misty Mountains, and a mountain located in Isengard. NOT MAD ABOUT IT.
The scenery in this country is already unreal, but then to see the real life version of what you've seen on the silver scream, I mean... What?!
The Red Skirt That Was
This is my post to and for Lauren Perry.
Lauren Perry doesn't think she's pretty. She's doesn't know she's pretty.
She's had an interesting couple of years to say the very least and most of it was a dream-like-not-really-real some what of a disaster kind of couple of years... But she's gotten through it and she's figuring it all out and she's in New Zealand.
Poor girl's been married, divorced, had her heart stomped on by some idiot guy, but you know what? None of that even matters because she's actually DOING SOMETHING. She's here and they, yes they and the rest of the bullshit is back in the states.
But I digress... To what this post is really about. This post is about a skirt. It's about a skirt that woke Lauren up. It's red, and spins and looks killer on her. She put it on and a light bulb went off.
I don't know if the skirt is some metaphor or simile or ...hell a sudoku puzzle for how far she's come, how much she's grown and how much she's accomplished but the red skirt is big time. The red skirt is here to stay.
Lauren Perry is a pretty girl and now she knows it.
Lauren Perry doesn't think she's pretty. She's doesn't know she's pretty.
She's had an interesting couple of years to say the very least and most of it was a dream-like-not-really-real some what of a disaster kind of couple of years... But she's gotten through it and she's figuring it all out and she's in New Zealand.
Poor girl's been married, divorced, had her heart stomped on by some idiot guy, but you know what? None of that even matters because she's actually DOING SOMETHING. She's here and they, yes they and the rest of the bullshit is back in the states.
But I digress... To what this post is really about. This post is about a skirt. It's about a skirt that woke Lauren up. It's red, and spins and looks killer on her. She put it on and a light bulb went off.
I don't know if the skirt is some metaphor or simile or ...hell a sudoku puzzle for how far she's come, how much she's grown and how much she's accomplished but the red skirt is big time. The red skirt is here to stay.
Lauren Perry is a pretty girl and now she knows it.
Rest in Peace Blue Ivy
The adventure begins again for our three heroes, this time we meet them in Milford Sound.
But wait, how'd they get there? Rewind.
Queenstown, New Zealand, the party place for the Kiwi Nation. There's also great cafe, pubs, shops, and all the adrenaline filled activities you can possibly think of, sky diving, bungi-jumping, world's longest swing, jet boating...there's skiing and snow sports in the winter... none of which I participated in because:
A. I like my body to stay connected.
B. I also like my body to stay connected with its bank account.
C. It's the end of the summer here, hence no snow sports.............
The cafes were a particular hit because everyone on this road trip adventure gets excited when even the slightest mention of food is made. Cat (Canada) has a book of especially delicious cafes across the country, so of course we made our way to the ONE cafe mentioned by this book our very first morning in Qtown (I haven't heard anyone actually call it that, and we probably should call it that :( because it's unflattering and sounds like the word 'q-tip)....Actually, let's just leave it at Queenstown.
Queenstown was and still is a big hit for our heroes. I think if I'd ever been to Colorado (and it's on my list) , Queenstown kind of has an Aspen-y or like, Vail-y kind of vibe. It's busy all year round but especially in the summer and winter.
We really just soaked up the general feel and culture of it all. We felt very adult when we went to a local Winery, actually tried the wine, toured a wine cave and ate cheese. Yep, big girls. We took a gondola/ski lift ride up to the top and got the birds eye view from everything about bustling Queenstown below to the GIANT, ROCKY, POINTY, BEAUTIFUL mountains that surround it.
So on this road trip we've had our trusty, busty girl, Blue Ivy. She's white, she's lovely, remember she can turn on a dime but...BUT we did notice some interesting noises she was making in and around town that she hadn't made on the journey down the West Coast. Obviously this is cause for some worry... The highways here are not like the highways at home and if something were to happen none of Blue Ivy's gang has a New Zealand cellphone. So, worrisome.
Monday, we get up early to head to Glenorchy (this gets a post on its own) for our LOTR horse trek. (I know it really seems like I don't want a nice boy to hit on me but I really, really do).
Once back in town LP drops in at Omega Car rentals for a little check up... Turns out, we brought her in at a good time. They said it was something to do with her shock absorbers or you know something... But I think her brakes were gonna go soon.
RIP BLUE IVY YOU WERE A NICE GIRL.
Now we are driving a very handsome Nissan we haves named, Bruno Timberlake Mars. Again, please refer to Google or Ask Jeeves for more pop culture references.
Bruno got us to Milford Sound with stunning results. He has a better sound system, he's newer, he's roomier, he, like Blue Ivy is a very sweet Asian, and he's SILVER.
I'm sorry Blue Ivy but we like Bruno better. Please don't haunt us from Rental Car Hell.
But wait, how'd they get there? Rewind.
Queenstown, New Zealand, the party place for the Kiwi Nation. There's also great cafe, pubs, shops, and all the adrenaline filled activities you can possibly think of, sky diving, bungi-jumping, world's longest swing, jet boating...there's skiing and snow sports in the winter... none of which I participated in because:
A. I like my body to stay connected.
B. I also like my body to stay connected with its bank account.
C. It's the end of the summer here, hence no snow sports.............
The cafes were a particular hit because everyone on this road trip adventure gets excited when even the slightest mention of food is made. Cat (Canada) has a book of especially delicious cafes across the country, so of course we made our way to the ONE cafe mentioned by this book our very first morning in Qtown (I haven't heard anyone actually call it that, and we probably should call it that :( because it's unflattering and sounds like the word 'q-tip)....Actually, let's just leave it at Queenstown.
Queenstown was and still is a big hit for our heroes. I think if I'd ever been to Colorado (and it's on my list) , Queenstown kind of has an Aspen-y or like, Vail-y kind of vibe. It's busy all year round but especially in the summer and winter.
We really just soaked up the general feel and culture of it all. We felt very adult when we went to a local Winery, actually tried the wine, toured a wine cave and ate cheese. Yep, big girls. We took a gondola/ski lift ride up to the top and got the birds eye view from everything about bustling Queenstown below to the GIANT, ROCKY, POINTY, BEAUTIFUL mountains that surround it.
So on this road trip we've had our trusty, busty girl, Blue Ivy. She's white, she's lovely, remember she can turn on a dime but...BUT we did notice some interesting noises she was making in and around town that she hadn't made on the journey down the West Coast. Obviously this is cause for some worry... The highways here are not like the highways at home and if something were to happen none of Blue Ivy's gang has a New Zealand cellphone. So, worrisome.
Monday, we get up early to head to Glenorchy (this gets a post on its own) for our LOTR horse trek. (I know it really seems like I don't want a nice boy to hit on me but I really, really do).
Once back in town LP drops in at Omega Car rentals for a little check up... Turns out, we brought her in at a good time. They said it was something to do with her shock absorbers or you know something... But I think her brakes were gonna go soon.
RIP BLUE IVY YOU WERE A NICE GIRL.
Now we are driving a very handsome Nissan we haves named, Bruno Timberlake Mars. Again, please refer to Google or Ask Jeeves for more pop culture references.
Bruno got us to Milford Sound with stunning results. He has a better sound system, he's newer, he's roomier, he, like Blue Ivy is a very sweet Asian, and he's SILVER.
I'm sorry Blue Ivy but we like Bruno better. Please don't haunt us from Rental Car Hell.
Friday, March 8, 2013
A car named Blue Ivy, a biography.
I think taking a big road trips are a right of passage.
Maybe it's to the beach, or the mountains, or if you're feeling really crazy, maybe it's a trip to Grandma's house.
I've gone on trips with my parents and I've gone on trips with school or for church and in college for club sports. But this far in my life, and at the time in my life, they don't count as rites of passage into the real adulthood or out of the weird ways of teenage-dom. Some of them were vacations, some were field trips and some were completely obligatory and very far from the 'big road trip'
As a be-speckled, brace-faced 11 year old, I had this idea that my own big road trip would be across the USA in a remodeled VW Bus (11 year olds are into cliches apparently) with my best friend. We'd see the Gateway to the West in St. Louis, search for Dorothy in Kansas, stand in 4 states at once at the bottom left side of square state Colorado. Then there was the Grand Canyon, San Fran, maybe to Oregon because what the fuck do two 11 year Kentucky girls know about the Pacific Northwest anyhow? Maybe we'd go East instead of West? Or South or north? But the plan was always this:
1. Get the fucking bus.
2. Road trip.
Too easy right? Wrong. Haven't gotten the fucking VW bus.
Fast forward about 10 years. The big cross country road trip was and is on my list of things I'd like to do. Only now at the age of 20 going on 21, I think I want to blog my way across America. You know, see the sights, smell the smells, SEE MY HOMELAND.
Fast forward to right now. I'm 22 going on 23. I'm in New Zealand and 2 days ago we rented a car. Why is this awesome?
1. I'm under the age of 25 and in the states there would be no way for me to rent a car by myself.
2. We are road trippin' in New Zealand.
3. I repeat we are road trippin' in New Zealand.
There's no VW bus in my story, not quite anyways, in this story we have a late 90's Toyota Corolla. And in honor of Beyonce and Jay Z, we have named her Blue Ivy. If you do not understand this 2010s pop culture reference, please refer to my good friend Google.
In 2 days, Blue Ivy hasn't been without her ups and downs. She drives like a charm, her turning radius is absolutely stellar but her battery may or may not have died yesterday.
2 days after the initially renting, we've seen the Glaciers, Franz Josef and Fox, and now we are in the adrenaline, and alcohol fueled city of Queenstown.
These are my rites of passage. I don't know what the passage is to yet, but I'm figuring it out.
Together with our new Canadian friend Catherine (we met her 2 or 3 posts ago) we've set out on quite literally the road trip of a lifetime. And at this point, 2 days in, the United States doesn't stand a fighting chance.
Maybe it's to the beach, or the mountains, or if you're feeling really crazy, maybe it's a trip to Grandma's house.
I've gone on trips with my parents and I've gone on trips with school or for church and in college for club sports. But this far in my life, and at the time in my life, they don't count as rites of passage into the real adulthood or out of the weird ways of teenage-dom. Some of them were vacations, some were field trips and some were completely obligatory and very far from the 'big road trip'
As a be-speckled, brace-faced 11 year old, I had this idea that my own big road trip would be across the USA in a remodeled VW Bus (11 year olds are into cliches apparently) with my best friend. We'd see the Gateway to the West in St. Louis, search for Dorothy in Kansas, stand in 4 states at once at the bottom left side of square state Colorado. Then there was the Grand Canyon, San Fran, maybe to Oregon because what the fuck do two 11 year Kentucky girls know about the Pacific Northwest anyhow? Maybe we'd go East instead of West? Or South or north? But the plan was always this:
1. Get the fucking bus.
2. Road trip.
Too easy right? Wrong. Haven't gotten the fucking VW bus.
Fast forward about 10 years. The big cross country road trip was and is on my list of things I'd like to do. Only now at the age of 20 going on 21, I think I want to blog my way across America. You know, see the sights, smell the smells, SEE MY HOMELAND.
Fast forward to right now. I'm 22 going on 23. I'm in New Zealand and 2 days ago we rented a car. Why is this awesome?
1. I'm under the age of 25 and in the states there would be no way for me to rent a car by myself.
2. We are road trippin' in New Zealand.
3. I repeat we are road trippin' in New Zealand.
There's no VW bus in my story, not quite anyways, in this story we have a late 90's Toyota Corolla. And in honor of Beyonce and Jay Z, we have named her Blue Ivy. If you do not understand this 2010s pop culture reference, please refer to my good friend Google.
In 2 days, Blue Ivy hasn't been without her ups and downs. She drives like a charm, her turning radius is absolutely stellar but her battery may or may not have died yesterday.
2 days after the initially renting, we've seen the Glaciers, Franz Josef and Fox, and now we are in the adrenaline, and alcohol fueled city of Queenstown.
These are my rites of passage. I don't know what the passage is to yet, but I'm figuring it out.
Together with our new Canadian friend Catherine (we met her 2 or 3 posts ago) we've set out on quite literally the road trip of a lifetime. And at this point, 2 days in, the United States doesn't stand a fighting chance.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Why hostels remind me of summer camp
-Bunk beds
-There's always someone that snores
-Sometimes you have to walk a long way to the bathroom
-Shower shoes (flip flops, thongs, jandals)
-There's always music playing
-When the bell rings, or the fire alarm goes off, everyone wakes up
-Shower caddies... And you know someone always forgets their clothes and sneaks around in their towel
- Thin walls and the movie, Wet Hot American Summer
-Open screened windows and singing cicadas
-Big porches, garden areas with plenty of room to sit and relax to just chat
- All the possibilities for activities? Wanna kayak? Hike? Swim? No problem!
-Meal times are frenzied and hectic
-Sometimes, there are bugs
-The grill and or BBQ
-Thin walls and the movie Wet Hot American Summer
-Meeting new people and making new friends
And finally I've mentioned this before but the over all sense of community and camaraderie. Everyone can relate, everyone has at least one thing in common... Even if that one thing is the same address that night-- you're never alone and that's pretty cool.
-There's always someone that snores
-Sometimes you have to walk a long way to the bathroom
-Shower shoes (flip flops, thongs, jandals)
-There's always music playing
-When the bell rings, or the fire alarm goes off, everyone wakes up
-Shower caddies... And you know someone always forgets their clothes and sneaks around in their towel
- Thin walls and the movie, Wet Hot American Summer
-Open screened windows and singing cicadas
-Big porches, garden areas with plenty of room to sit and relax to just chat
- All the possibilities for activities? Wanna kayak? Hike? Swim? No problem!
-Meal times are frenzied and hectic
-Sometimes, there are bugs
-The grill and or BBQ
-Thin walls and the movie Wet Hot American Summer
-Meeting new people and making new friends
And finally I've mentioned this before but the over all sense of community and camaraderie. Everyone can relate, everyone has at least one thing in common... Even if that one thing is the same address that night-- you're never alone and that's pretty cool.
Abel Tasman 2
I hiked, I walked, I boated, I kayaked, I ate, I peed, I SPFed...not bad Abel Tasman National Park, not bad.
It's 7:30pm and I'm ready for bed. Am I doing it right?
It's 7:30pm and I'm ready for bed. Am I doing it right?
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Abel Tasman
Abel Tasman is a famous guy in New Zealand. He's not a kiwi, he's actually a Dutch guy. He's the guy who first saw this land in the year... He first sighted these islands back in... Yeah nope, I have no idea. I promise he's important though.
LP and I are going to hit up the national park named in his honor. We are separating for the day, she's going to trek for 8 hours while I'm going to hike for about 2 and kayak for about 4.
Wish us luck, y'all.
PS we are staying at a hostel called the Laughing Kiwi in a city called Motueka, just for reference as to where we are.
LP and I are going to hit up the national park named in his honor. We are separating for the day, she's going to trek for 8 hours while I'm going to hike for about 2 and kayak for about 4.
Wish us luck, y'all.
PS we are staying at a hostel called the Laughing Kiwi in a city called Motueka, just for reference as to where we are.
Monday, March 4, 2013
Deep thinking Nelson
On Monday, over pizza in a restaurant called Stefano's, we made a list. It's not necessarily a bucket list--- I mean it is but, it's little more personal than that I feel.
The list shows how different LP and I are, down to our toes. It's written out in my notebook so you know it's completely legitimate.
The picture of the list is below, and for safety and otherwise personal reasons I didn't want to type it out legibly.
After our pizza we walked up the hill to Kiwi style catholic cathedral, which isn't too different than American style cathedrals. The stain glass was gorgeous, the organ was gigantic, but what struck me the most and what might stick with me the most was the labyrinth painted on the floor.
Labyrinths are like mazes, with the exception that there are no dead ends, perfect for...spiritual thinking or reflection. I'm not especially religious, but this labyrinth I feel like I can relate to....
On the plaque before the labyrinth read the words:
Walking into the Answer.
At the threshold of the labyrinth, embrace the words;
"This is my opportunity"
Ask yourself:
"Do I have the courage to move on?"
I thought back to my freshly written list in
my notebook and repeated those words in my head over and over.
Katie, this is your opportunity.
Of course I have the damn courage, it ain't going no where.
The list shows how different LP and I are, down to our toes. It's written out in my notebook so you know it's completely legitimate.
The picture of the list is below, and for safety and otherwise personal reasons I didn't want to type it out legibly.
After our pizza we walked up the hill to Kiwi style catholic cathedral, which isn't too different than American style cathedrals. The stain glass was gorgeous, the organ was gigantic, but what struck me the most and what might stick with me the most was the labyrinth painted on the floor.
Labyrinths are like mazes, with the exception that there are no dead ends, perfect for...spiritual thinking or reflection. I'm not especially religious, but this labyrinth I feel like I can relate to....
On the plaque before the labyrinth read the words:
Walking into the Answer.
At the threshold of the labyrinth, embrace the words;
"This is my opportunity"
Ask yourself:
"Do I have the courage to move on?"
I thought back to my freshly written list in
my notebook and repeated those words in my head over and over.
Katie, this is your opportunity.
Of course I have the damn courage, it ain't going no where.
Bikes and Mexican Monday
So actually no rental car from Picton. We booked another bus ride on our InterCity bus passes and headed to Nelson.
We are into this habit of finding out about things like...free shuttles to places like, I don't know ..our hostel... Only after we've walked for 30-45 minutes to get there. No big deal, we're leading an active lifestyle now, so it's okay.....
The Hostel in Nelson is called The Bug. I can see where you might be worried about me, after the great bug attack in Kings Cross in Sydney. Nope, different kind of Bug... Of the Volkswagen variety, and I'm not mad about it.
This hostel has free bikes you can take out on the town--Nelson's a little more spread out and more easy to navigate and get around with two wheels.
I think the last time I was on a bike, like a real one, not the at-the-gym-tryna-get-swole- stationary-bike... Maybe when I was in my early teens? I'm not a smooth operator when it comes to any kind if athletic ability, assessment.. I have no hand-eye coordination etc. I barely meet the minimum of those things at any point in time. Needless to say... This Farmer and bikes have a lot to learn about each other.
We had some sweet roommates at The Bug-- Max from Washington State and Catherine from Victoria, Canada. Our first night we biked (please see above paragraph) to the local grocery store and picked up wine and beer, biked back (again see above paragraph), and just had a grand ole time. ---That's the beauty of staying in hostels. The awesome sense of community and being home.
We celebrated Monday night with our own NZ version of tacos--- proclaimed Mexican Monday for all. Delicious.
We are into this habit of finding out about things like...free shuttles to places like, I don't know ..our hostel... Only after we've walked for 30-45 minutes to get there. No big deal, we're leading an active lifestyle now, so it's okay.....
The Hostel in Nelson is called The Bug. I can see where you might be worried about me, after the great bug attack in Kings Cross in Sydney. Nope, different kind of Bug... Of the Volkswagen variety, and I'm not mad about it.
This hostel has free bikes you can take out on the town--Nelson's a little more spread out and more easy to navigate and get around with two wheels.
I think the last time I was on a bike, like a real one, not the at-the-gym-tryna-get-swole- stationary-bike... Maybe when I was in my early teens? I'm not a smooth operator when it comes to any kind if athletic ability, assessment.. I have no hand-eye coordination etc. I barely meet the minimum of those things at any point in time. Needless to say... This Farmer and bikes have a lot to learn about each other.
We had some sweet roommates at The Bug-- Max from Washington State and Catherine from Victoria, Canada. Our first night we biked (please see above paragraph) to the local grocery store and picked up wine and beer, biked back (again see above paragraph), and just had a grand ole time. ---That's the beauty of staying in hostels. The awesome sense of community and being home.
We celebrated Monday night with our own NZ version of tacos--- proclaimed Mexican Monday for all. Delicious.
Saturday, March 2, 2013
A Day in Picton
LP is a get up and go kind of person...she wakes up early and 10 minutes later she is ready to go. She does this everyday... Everyday. And everyday I wake up a little bit later and take my time, everyday.
LP got up at the crack of dawn today, as per usual and ventured off and I haven't seen her since.
Two weeks together 24/7. And today For the first time , I was on my own.
Picton, a town of 4,700 people... A far, far cry from the one million people in Auckland and the 200,000+ people in Wellington.
So, Picton used to be a whaling town, and now it's the starting off point for the South Island.... I think it's come along way for it to be a tourist point. There's a lot to do here from walking the tracks around the Harbor and Queen Charlotte Sound, to kayaking and taking a ride on a sea plane.
I actually watched a kiddie sailing lesson for about 30 minutes. There were 8 or 9 kids all in their own tiny sail boats, all doing something completely different, all getting a little frustrated and all highly entertaining. Their instructor was in her launch boat, yelling and hollering...very reminiscent of Murray State Rowing and Coach Weaver out on Kentucky Lake.
Picton, I like you.
Next item of business on the agenda today-- to rent a car or to not rent a car? For how long? Where should we go next?
ACE car rentals seems to be the popular one-- $40 a day including insurance? I think yes.
LP got up at the crack of dawn today, as per usual and ventured off and I haven't seen her since.
Two weeks together 24/7. And today For the first time , I was on my own.
Picton, a town of 4,700 people... A far, far cry from the one million people in Auckland and the 200,000+ people in Wellington.
So, Picton used to be a whaling town, and now it's the starting off point for the South Island.... I think it's come along way for it to be a tourist point. There's a lot to do here from walking the tracks around the Harbor and Queen Charlotte Sound, to kayaking and taking a ride on a sea plane.
I actually watched a kiddie sailing lesson for about 30 minutes. There were 8 or 9 kids all in their own tiny sail boats, all doing something completely different, all getting a little frustrated and all highly entertaining. Their instructor was in her launch boat, yelling and hollering...very reminiscent of Murray State Rowing and Coach Weaver out on Kentucky Lake.
Picton, I like you.
Next item of business on the agenda today-- to rent a car or to not rent a car? For how long? Where should we go next?
ACE car rentals seems to be the popular one-- $40 a day including insurance? I think yes.
Friday, March 1, 2013
An Ode to Doug
I know this story of guy who decided to see the world---not just read about it or talk about it, like really see it. He drove a car from the States to Panama, he hitch hiked from one end of South America to the other, he's been all over Asia, Europe, and parts of Africa. He decided to the see the world with absolutely no regrets.
Sometimes you gotta step out of line and take your feet somewhere new.
He did, now it's my turn.
Thanks Daddy, I love you.
Sometimes you gotta step out of line and take your feet somewhere new.
He did, now it's my turn.
Thanks Daddy, I love you.
The Interislander
We said our Goodbyes to Wellington, we'll be back soon .
We've made it to the South Island! We took the Interislander Ferry, which as of 2012 marked the 50th year that the company has been transporting people back and forth between the North and South Island. My dad used the very same Ferry system back in the 70s, with the exact same Route -- the Cook Strait. Kinda cool... Actually kind of awesome.
He told me on his trip he blew his lunch 20 ways until Sunday...so I was kinda worried.
On my side was that the ferry my dad used was retired sometime in the 80s... Ferry technology?
I didn't blow my lunch 20 ways until Sunday. I didn't even get sea sick, that could be because I took a motion sickness pill and because the weather was absolutely pristine. There was no chop, there was no nothing. The water wasn't glass but it was pretty damn calm.
Here's a glimpse of what's to come from the South Island. Thank God.
We've made it to the South Island! We took the Interislander Ferry, which as of 2012 marked the 50th year that the company has been transporting people back and forth between the North and South Island. My dad used the very same Ferry system back in the 70s, with the exact same Route -- the Cook Strait. Kinda cool... Actually kind of awesome.
He told me on his trip he blew his lunch 20 ways until Sunday...so I was kinda worried.
On my side was that the ferry my dad used was retired sometime in the 80s... Ferry technology?
I didn't blow my lunch 20 ways until Sunday. I didn't even get sea sick, that could be because I took a motion sickness pill and because the weather was absolutely pristine. There was no chop, there was no nothing. The water wasn't glass but it was pretty damn calm.
Here's a glimpse of what's to come from the South Island. Thank God.
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