notes from the road

8AM

Another early morning and another long bus ride – 7 hours this time. And more rain. Winter here means rain. Which is exactly the weather one hopes for when they have to lug a huge suitcase around town. Or hike outdoors. Or really, leave the house/hostel at all. I love rain, but only when I’m not in it.

I’m a little nervous because I don’t have a place to stay lined up in Queenstown. I’m hoping that on my long bus journey I’ll get a text from a guy I want to couchsurf with. Cross your fingers for me. If not, it should be pretty easy to get a hostel because the afore said rain means it’s the slow season. I just don’t want to get caught wandering around Queenstown in a downpour with my suitcase looking for a place to rest my weary head.

6:30PM

Alright. So the scenery on the way down was breathtaking. Unfortunately, I didn’t manage to get any pictures; if you’re really curious, go rent Lord of the Rings : ). I also didn’t get a text about couchsurfing, and while I could get a bed at a hostel easily – the cheapest ones were already booked. That sounds like my luck. It did stop raining though.

Queenstown is gorgeous; a funky little ski town nestled among huge majestic looking mountains and beside a picturesque lake. It’s fall here and the trees are changing colors, the mountain peaks are covered with snow, yet it’s warm enough that a light pullover will keep you warm.

And it’s surprisingly busy. Which sucks because I’m so very sick of people. And small talk. And pretending to always be polite. And a lack of privacy. And people. Wait, I already said that…. Man, do I mean it though. So I’m relieved that Carolina is coming tomorrow and we can just hang out together and ignore everyone around us.

Sidenote:  So far I’ve been in 4 cities since I’ve gotten back to NZid, and I’ve run into a friend in each one.  Such a stinking small country…

number of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches I ate today: 3.5 : )