Nothing like 60 hrs of recycled air, random time changes and sleep deprivation to make you question your sanity. I survived though, with only minor incidents along the way. One of which: not locking the door to the washroom. Always fun being on a plane for 10 hrs with the person who just witnessed you squating sans pants in the midst of a less then attractive bodily function. The rest of the plane ride consisted of continous movie watching till my eyes were swollen and my brain felt in threat of an oncoming aneurysm. In the remaining hours of my journey I could feel the cabin fever set in. I got increasingly anxious and accused everything of being 'all up in my grill.' Luckily, the narcolepsy kicked in and I passed out before entirely breaking down and being deemed a threat to international security.
Instead, i awoke when the plane landed and was shuffled off the vessel and into the line for border security. Where I waited as an apparent felon as I unknowingly attempted to smuggle a very illegal apple into the country; a potential $200 fine. Which I dodged by giving up my newly acquainted life of crime and handing over the dangerous fruit to the proper authorities. I feel I made the right choice.
As a newly reformed woman I entered New Zealand. Welcoming the warm, humid air by slightly hyperventilating with relief. It was about 1 am when I made it to my hostel. Sweaty, tired and smelling of stale deoderant. To my dismay my roomates were sleeping which meant stumbling around a dark room till I found an uninhabited bed to drag myself into. 20 minutes later a crazy a person exploded through the door exclaiming "Calla! Calla are you here?!" In a volume that was more of a muffled shout then a whisper. "Ali?" I replied in a confused daze. BAM! Ali's body smashed against me as she flung herself up the bunk ladder and tackled me. The sweet smell of alcohol radiated off of her as she told me how plastered she was and how happy she was to see me. "Goddamnit Ali" I responded. It was a perfect reunion.
We currently reside in Auckland, or as I like to call it: 'Vancouver's siamese twin seperated at birth.' We've been taking it easy for the most part, sightseeing and such. Unfortunately, they have this crazy rule here where the bars can't serve liquor after midnight during Easter weekend. Total bummer and only results in everyone drinking on the streets consequently flooding the parks with innumerable beer bottles. Personally, I feel Jesus would be down with liquoring up on the weekend of his death. He died, that's sad. And alot of people drown their sorrows in alcohol, we shouldn't deprive people of their coping mechanism.
Alright, well i will write more when internets cheaper. Peace.
