notes from the road

Traveling is like ice-cream and friends are like hot fudge, so traveling with a friend is like a sundae of happiness. Hahahahaha.

Carolina got in today and we 1. bought $15 cheeseburgers the size of our heads, 2. walked around Queenstown for a few hours talking and working off our enormous cheeseburgers, and 3. came up with a travel plan in the comfort of our own private double room at the hostel… that means we stayed in a room without 4 other people in it. I don’t think you could understand exactly how amazing that is. In a room with 6-8 people in it, the odds of someone snoring are pretty high. The odds of someone going to bed at 8PM, so that anyone who comes into the room later has to stumble over 5 backpacks and a pair of sneakers in the dark to find their toothbrush, are pretty high. The odds of someone being annoying and asking how long you’ve been in NZ and where you’re from (questions I’ve learned to loathe) are pretty high. I know – they’re innocent questions and logical given the circumstances. But when you have the same freaking conversation 5x a day with people you will never see again and you really don’t care where they’re from and why they’re here – it gets annoying, trust me.

A double room.

This is going to be a good 3 weeks, I can feel it.