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Published: August 8th 2007
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After yet another beautiful ferry trip over the Cook Straight I arrived once more in Wellington. Having decided that it probably wasn't best for my inner rage to book into the same guest house as last time I picked one on the otherside of town just to be on the safe side. This, however, had a whole new downside that came in the form of Crazy Lady. Now I left London to escape mental health not to share a bloody room with it. My first inkling that something was not quite right was when she confessed to me that not only was she GOD but also the reincarnation of Mary Magdelene, Joan of Ark and Buddha, amounst other things. She was diaganosed with Bio Polar but was insistent that this wasn't the case as she had ''never been depressed in her life'' and plus she was one of the sanest people she knew, bugger meeting her friends then. Anyways she soon became my best friend and began to stalk me all over town! In between trying to lose her I would meet up with Danny and play pinball in the cafes, watched the Lord of the Rings trilogy at the Embassy
and organised my Indian jaunt. I also ended up having a rather large night out with a Dutch guy and an Italian girl, finally managing to drag myself in at 6 in the morning, quite unlike me.
The last night at the guest house the door handle broke and I woke up the next morning desperate for the loo and having to climb out a 3 storey window and whip myself round to the fire escape next door rather like spiderman, I don't believe that would be covered by my travel insurance! Having woke Crazy Lady from her slumber when I went out for a shower she decided to get up, take the handle and lock me out. So there I am very little sleep stood in the hallway in an obscenely small towel which I then had to go downstairs in to the reception while everyone was checking out. . . nice! Oh god I was SO livid that I was just considering a flying kick (in the obscenely towel) to get the door open when she threw the handle out of the window. Having got in and dressed I resisted the urge to smash her head off the
door frame and checked out. I spent the night at Danny's new place where he cooked a gorgeous meal and spent night recovering from my week long madness ordeal.
The next afternoon I said farewell to Danny and drove up to Wanganui and spent the night. The next morning I drove on to Raglan on the west coast and spent 3 lovely lazy days watching dvd's whilst everyone around me went hiking, surfing, kayaking and anything else that required vast amounts of energy.
After my third night I drove up to Auckland as I had a viewing for my car. Two girls from Malaysia decided to take it so we arranged to meet the following week to do the change over. Having relieved myself of that stress I drove on to Tranquil heights once more to stay out the last couple of weeks of my trip. It felt like coming home and all the better as Raffaella was also staying there until she was to fly home to Milano. I settled back into my old home and was grateful to have my own room and bed. Now I've never been fond of hostels and after 2 months they repelled me
even more, I'd grown out of the childhood adventure of The Bunkbed, at times having to struggle onto the top bunk with not even a ladder as a guide.
The next day I was back at work in and I enjoyed using my muscles once more instead of wasting away behind a steering wheel. I've enjoyed travelling alone and met some great people but it's also nice to be back among friends and not having to have the same conversations over and over. So for two weeks I worked in the garden and on my tan. Sarah had moved into the shed where Wendy and Lyndsay had stayed when the were building their house. For my last weekend she decided to show me Auckland. We first went to the New Gallery and saw a fantastic exhibit about dancing, I especially love to watch guys attempt to dance. Then we drove to Mission Bay and onto mount Eden for sunset. After we dined on fine Japanese and as we had time to spare before we were to hit a club we went to the cinema to watch the gory New Zealand comedy, Black Sheep which at points nearly had me crying
The Embassy toilets
Yes I am obsessed! with laughter. Then it was off to the notorious K Road for some serious dancing before going home to one of Sarah's friends for some well earned sleep.
The next day Claud arrived home and all three of us headed out to Whatipu, a glorious black sand beach an hour or so out of the city. However, none of us had had hardly any sleep and became more delerious throughout the day. The crescendo came due to the annual inorganic collection where everyone leaves huge piles of rubbish outside their homes and everyone has a good rifle. It became more like the wombles day out and I laughed myself into complete exhaustion.
And so for goodbyes, however, I had yet to sort out how to get my luggage home and in the end decided to leave it there and collect at a later date. How I ever managed to be a Support Worker I don't know, I struggle to even sort my own shit out!
So haera ra Aotearoa, I guess i'll be seeing you soon. . . . . . . . . .
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