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.
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