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.
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To be continued...
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