On The Road

It's been almost two weeks now of constantly being on the road. I haven't stayed in the same bed twice, with the exception of Queenstown. Queenstown was fun city. Crazy, but fun. If you haven't already read we went bungy jumping, one of the greatest decisions I have ever made. That night our roomies took us out on a bar crawl. Good times, and I didn't even have to spend over $10. That's what I am talking about. But do not be fooled people, Queenstown is not a cheap town, in fact it is one of the more expensive ones in NZ. Mainly because there is nothing to do unless you are prepared to shell out hundreds of dollars for activities. Hell our bungy was about $260, but so worth it. So just as people told us to do, we got in booked our bungy and then got out.
Next we went to Te-Anau a quite peaceful lakeside town, a good change from the bustle of Queenstown. But again you couldn't see much of the beautiful lakes or Milford Sounds without spending money on a cruise. So we just hung out at the lake, it was good enough for me. From there we found ourselves hitching a ride to Invarcargill, a town I could have enjoyed but we didn't stay long and headed further down to Bluff, the very bottom of the South Island and home to the very famous, Bluff oysters. Another cute quite town. We could see Stewarts Island from there too.
It was good to have some down time to try and beat this tickle in my throat. But it's hard when I want to pack my days full of sightseeing and exploring. From there it was on to Dunedin.
We spent two nights there to re-group, do some laundry and try and find more work. It was raining both days, but we tried hard not to let that stop us from seeing town. On our last day we finally found work. I can't stress how happy we were to hear that she had room for two wwoofers and as soon as the next day. Finally I can work again, I've oddly missed it.
Our last night Claire convinced to me let her teach me how to play pool (convenient because our backpacker was right above a pool hall). We made friends with a guy who turned out to be the son of the guy who owned the bar. That's was nice, free drinks, and free pool. It was a good last night. And then early the next morning we hoped on a bus and headed for Christchurch.
It was a crapy bus ride and there were tons of weirdos on the bus. But I guess that's what you get for a $35 bus ride. It beats six hours of hitching in the rain. From Christchurch we had to hitch another hour and a half to the small town of Little Akaloa, on the banks peninsula.
So now we sit here, waiting for our host to come pick us up. Time to play the guessing game.

Cheers!