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HOUSE ARREST

” I recommend the all-day sailing tour of the Bay of Islands.”  Nope.

“There are 4WD tours to the tip of 90 mile beach.”  Nah

“Dive New Zealand!”  I think not.

I’ve put myself on house arrest.  After leaving Auckland a couple days ago with the paint still wet on a tight new budget, I got my second speeding ticket in New Zealand.  “Are speed limits very different where you come from?!?” the young bank teller asks as I make the payments.  If I took the trouble to convert all those little kilometers into miles, then no, probably not.  I guess I just figured that with flip-flopped traffic and wacky street signs, driving here was like a video game—no more real than this colored plastic stuff they call money. Humpph.  Maybe they are both a bit TOO real.

So my solution? Don’t drive.  I pulled my bike out yesterday instead, but 10km out of town the back tire stopped turning.  Temporarily doctored, I made it back to my hostel but had to park its pouting heiny next to grumpy Gerti.

So…time to finish the books I brought, walk by the beach, watch mediocre movies with my hostel-mates.  Maybe I should learn to knit this wool they are so fond of?  Place your scarf orders now….  😀



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-10 responses to “HOUSE ARREST”

  1. Savuth says:

    What, no picture of the Kiwi Johny Law?

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