cheap beds
One of the problems, as we’ve discovered, with hostel dorm rooms is that it only takes one person who snores, or one person who gets up super early, or one person who comes back super late and super drunk, or, as in our case, one person who stinks like a damn monkey. This guy is terrible. For those of you who remember him, this guy puts Stinky Kyle to shame and I’m talking by a long shot. He’s in a whole different league. He’s playing a different game. It’s disgusting. I’m glad we’re leaving tomorrow.
So we’d heard before that people who visit NZ often buy a cheap car when they arrive and sell it again when we leave. We’d already decided that we weren’t going to be here long enough, that every day was just too precious to waste trying to buy and sell a car, and so we weren’t going to do that. In Fiji, though, we talked with someone who’d recently come from NZ who raved about how’d done it and how great it was to have a car, which got us thinking about it again. We looked around for one quite a bit yesterday ad ended up back where we started: thinking that it was too risky, too time-consuming and too expensive to buy a car.
We rented a car instead. It’s still pretty spendy, but it’s comparable with what bus tickets would cost and it gives us way more flexibility. We’re getting a tiny little Toyota with a 1.3 litre engine and we’re picking it up tomorrow morning, leaving el stinko behind for good (fingers crossed).
Auckland seems like a nice city, but I’m the sort of person who is almost convinced that phrase is an oxymoron. We spent the whole day today walking around central Auckland and we’re moe than ready to get the hell into the bush, to get out “tramping” as they call it here. I don’t know why they don’t just call it hiking like everyone else, but Kiwis are Kiwis. Different is good, right?
Tags: New Zealand, Travel
awrichner
i never thought “stinky kyle” smelled all that bad.