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.
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