Sep 26, 2008
Jun 14, 2009
That was customs? What the hell? I was put through more for buying my travel socks... Insane, but extremely refreshing. It could be the sub-conscious state that I was in at the time, but as soon as you step off the plane and through the airport, you notice an energy in the air. R efreshing. Everything seemed too easy... Get off the plane, simple signs to follow to get where you need to be, through to customs which is where I met Tom from Saskatchewan, the New Zealand Border guard. I might have been dreaming, but I actually chatted with Tom and shared a laugh, when's the lat time you received a smile from a border guard? Never? Thought so... As I walked to the baggage claim, I suddenly realized I had to pee, (really badly, YOu guys told me not to leave out details, you reap what you sow) I look to my left and there was a door to the washroom, how convenient! After a quick pee break I continue to the baggage claim, literally walk up to the carousel and there is my bag! Walk up to the quarantine check. "What do I have to declare?", "Nothing", "Any animals or any wood?" holding back a joke that I'm sure only I would find funny, I reply "No animals, and No wood", I may have squeaked out a smile about the wood comment... Walk up to one final X-Ray of my baggage, I'm done, I'm out, I for the next nine months am I Kiwi. Waiting for the bus to my hostel in the cool breeze and warm New Zealand sun, I wonder to myself if everything was going to be this easy. Fifteen minutes of waiting, the bus rolls around, another fifteen and I'm dropped at the stop, now what were those instructions? Corner of Queen and Darby? Well I'm on Queen, where the hell is Darby? Oh, three steps away, cool, another 20 steps and I'm at the elevator of Base ACB (Auckland Central Backpackers), third story for five minutes to check in and another five until I'm in my room, sweet view of downtown Auckland and pretty comfy bed that is reminiscent of summer camp, but it will definitely do. A quick unpack and I'm out cold... Four hours later... Shower, it's always nice feel human again. It's at this point that I realize the feeling in my stomach is not sickness... It's hunger you idiot, you haven't eaten in 10 hours! I decided to take a quick stroll around the city and grab some grub. I never felt more at home somewhere that isn't home, I must be in the Asian part of town part of town, because there's Asians with New Zealand accents everywhere, now being from Vancouver, Asians are nothing new, but the accents really throw you for a loop! To sum things up, it's like Vancouver meets England with tropical plants... For those who know me, this combination is a veritable paradise. After a good 40 minutes of walking in circles and finding something that is open/appetizing (it is Sunday night after all) I settle for McDonalds, seemed like a good idea at the time... Wrong! I don't like McDonalds as it is and down here, it just doesn't taste right. Gross... At least it filled the void. A quick stop for a bottle of water and I'm back in the hostel chatting with my newest dorm mate, "Whats his nuts" from South Africa, I really gotta work on remembering names. A brief talk about SA and why he's searching for work here to move his family before we're both knackered from our travels and ready to call it a night. It doesn't take me long to fall into a deep sleep that lasts all of 13 hours...