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Murf: Queenstown to Christchurch

Well, all worked out luckily with the bus. There where not 1, not 2 but 3 people on standby and I was first. (I really hate arriving late.) They could at least take me to Twizel but being nothing there but Mount Cook I doubted about taking that opportunity anyway or then stay in Queenstown and try to get onto the Nevis again. But, at the end around 6 people didn't show up so there was plenty of space for the 3 of us. The road to Christchurch was a fairly long trip, with only the mandatory toilet, food and photostops we arrived in Christchurch around 5:30pm. As Base BP was the most familiar hostel for me in town (and I kinda liked the bar downstairs last time) I booked in for 3 nights. Those nights and days are over now, just half an hour before I have to check out and dump all my stuff downstairs but it was a crazy time. I spent all those days shopping and all the nights hanging in Saints & Sinners though I did do some cultural thing by going to the Art Gallery which was fairly interesting. (And believe it or not, I FINALLY found a book I promised to someone about Maoiri Tattoo's, not really small, not really cheap but hey, after hours and hours of shopping you're so glad that you finally have it that you are willing to pay a little more...) I also bought some last-minute souvenirs AND I dyed and cut my hair. Surprise surprise, the hooligan look is gone, it's now black/purple and fairly short. Funky yet sophisticated if neccecairy. (When looking for a job for example.)

The nights where absolutely crazy, I think maybe even the best I've had so far. Wednesday was really dull, so I used that as a day off and had only 2 beers before going to bed and updating my diary @ 11:00pm. But tuesday and yesterday where like party nights have to be. Dancing, drinking, getting kicked out of the pub at closing time (2:00am), and just simply having the time of your life. Aparently leaving within a matter of days DOES make you more interesting. (Thanx girls! ;-P)

Last night ended though not entirely the way I wanted. I had a burger at Burger King earlier at night and aparently the burger was still allive giving me a massive screwup of my entire digestive system. Luckily the first symptoms showed up after my night out and wile asleep but it more or less completely ruined my night. I got up at 4am never to see my bed again and spent the night haning over the toilets, chatting with the night guard and the internet. The nightguard felt more or less sorry for me as it wasn't due to alcohol so I got 2 hours for free! Had a funny time down there though, watching totally pissed people passing by and chatting, one who after 15 minutes of trying to sleep leaning against the wall decided to sleep on the bench right in front of us. IN the hostel.

And still (9:28am) my body feel like a train has been driving over it, 3 times but there is no way in trying to go back to sleep again. There is no way of going into town either, I feel totally fucked up and probably my breakfast will be water, water and a bit of water. Ah well, at least I'm already partly in the Dutch timezone now. (But I won't go out in Sydney tonight, that's really asking for trouble now. Just a quiet night of sleep is all I need for now.)

Ok, that's it for now. Checkout within half an hour, then hanging around in the hostel recovering from the night and maybe just some hanging on the internet if there is a computer free. And then take the bus to the airport at 1:20pm. BTW BurgerKing got a sweet little compliant from me because they DID screw up, though you might blame it partially on me for not realizing my burger was still allive AND not listening to my intuition who already told me that I shouldn't go to BK in the first place anyway.

CY,

Murf

Murf | 30 Jun 2005 (Thu), 23:14 @ story