notes from the road

OK – so I felt a little bit like a loser for coming back to Picton.  I mean, even by NZ standards, Picton is a small nowhere town with absolutely NOTHING to do.  (As is Motueka interestingly enough.)  But I got here, and almost all the travelers who were here when I left are still here – 3 ½ weeks later. 

What’s really crazy though is that by complete and total happenstance – the crazy German boys came back last night!!! And a German girl who was wofing at the hostel before came back last week.  I mean, holy freaking crap.  NONE OF US PLANNED ON COMING BACK AND WE ALL DID AND ALL DURING THE SAME WEEK.  I think that is psycho crazy coincidental.  There’s just something about this place that sucks you in and brings you back. 

And let me tell you, for as much as the German boys drove me up a wall – I was thrilled to see them – THRILLED.  Like, I couldn’t stop smiling and I kept hugging them.  hahaha.  It’s a little sad that I’m at a different hostel this time, but oh well.  Tonight we are having a Lost marathon, because one of them downloaded a bunch of episodes.