All right, ladies and gents, dogs and frogs and bears and chickens and whatnots, this entry’s dedicated to covering the last month and a half of my travels. I take off in less than two days now, so being short on time means I gotta cover a lot more than I’d normally take on in an entry.
(Random sidenote: I may or may not have stayed up till 6:30am last night with James Whitehead watching old school Sesame Street clips and behind-the-scenes Muppet stuff, as well as The Great Muppet Caper and Little Shop of Horrors twice (once without commentary and once with). Please assume the jealousy stance to your leisure.)
All right. Forty-two hours left in the country. No time to waste. We have a lot to cover, so let’s get crack-a-lackin’.
Yesterday marked Kathleen and my six week anniversary in New Zealand. It seems like only yesterday I was sitting in my TV room back in Portland, trying to figure out what the hell I wanted to do with myself after graduation, only to have it dawn on me that there was a place I always wanted to travel. Kathleen has just under a month left, but I’ve still got about ten a half months to go. I’ve started to formulate a plan of attack for when I’m on my own here, but it’s still very early in the planning process. I’m thinking about trying to find a more long term WWOOFing stint up in either Paihia or the Bay of Islands, then hopefully finding work and a shared flat somewhere in Wellington. Again, it’s still early on and plans could always change, so fingers crossed that it’ll work out.
But enough about that! Time to talk about the awesome time we had in Oamaru and why Dunedin is (thus far) my least favorite place we’ve visited.
Coming to New Zealand, I told myself not to get too wrapped up in the goings on of the addictive fiend that is the Interwebz. When I’m back in the States, chances are I’ll spend a third of my day scrolling through Tumblr, checking in on Facebook and Tough Pigs, and watching pointless videos on Youtube. Basically, I’m an expert at wasting a day. For the most part, I think I’ve done a fairly good job of not depending on Internet while I’ve been here. Oh sure, I check in with all the sites I frequent daily, but I feel I’m much better at going out and actually living for a change. The world wont end if I don’t scroll through my entire dash. Nothing’s going to implode if I don’t “like” a status. The world will keep spinning.
That being said, staying in WiFi-less locations has proved to be a bit of a challenge. Not impossible, but it does complicate things. The Internet is my one real way of contacting people back home. I start to get a bit homesick when I can’t email my dad or Viber Nick. I mean, it’s fair to say homesickness hasn’t been an issue for me at all so far – at all – I do miss people on occasion, and being without Internet tends to emphasize that.
Anyway, enough ranting. I’m now back in a place with WiFi and I can, at long last, update you all on what Kathleen and I have been up to as of late.