You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
Trip Start
Sep 05, 2007
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Trip End
May 01, 2008
Auckland,
New Zealand
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
I'm Not at my best,
I've been gone for a week,
I've been drunk since I've left..."
Went out last night with the Americans and some folks from IEP. It was the the Americans' last night in Auckland. The night started off innocent enough with us winning a contest at a local Pub. The prize was a $100 dollar tab that was quickly consumed. Politics, of course, ensued. England, Canada and the States were all represented. A few public houses and quite a bit of booze later I lost my Iron Ring on the dance floor. Finding it would have been impossible if I was sober...
I woke up at 9:00 AM this morning to the sound of my roommate coming in. He had been "led astray" by an older woman last night.
I was still drunk. I think I have spent about five times as much on booze as I have on food at this point and my body is starting to hate me for it. I spend the rest of the day whining about my ring.
One of the tour-bus companies was holding a free tour of Auckland. A great way to advertise, thou it has been lost on me as I have already won a tour through "SWAP" (worth about $1000! Sweet as).
My tour-mates consisted of a fellow British-Columbian, two Torontonians, a Swede and Frenchman, all of whom I got along with. My somewhat intoxicated state was still apparently obvious as I was dubbed "Drunken Jonathan" by "Sober Matt".
Our first stop was Auckland Harbour Bridge, where my still-chipper self loudly volunteered to throw myself off of the bridge.
Auckland
The 10 minute walk along the maintenance walkway must have sobered me up as I started to wonder what I had gotten myself into.Bungee is a unique experience. I have never been so horrified in my life. I should admit now, that I am somewhat scared of heights, so when I told my legs to jump, they tried to hold a mutinee. The worst part is not the anxiety. The worst part is the first four metres or so. Its all fun after that.
The rest of the tour was more conducive to a relaxing "hangover cure". We stopped at my first New Zealand beach; white sands and the smell of surf. We visited some old "war" sites. We had "feshenchups".
I ran into one of the Canadians afterwards. She was from Vancouver and we decided to meet for beers later along with a Brit.
It may be the remains of last night's beer, or my still squished up innards speaking, but I feel alone. It's a funny thing to feel so lonely while beeing surrounded by so many people, and after making so many new friends. It's not a sense of physical loneliness, but a sense of loneliness in life. It has been there for years, but I am suddenly, and painfully, aware of it.
I think I'll find a pub where I can sit and think...
"These so called vacations,
will soon be my death.
I'm so sick from the drink,
I need home for a rest."
