This place...is fucking beautiful. As the plane was coming in, mind you this could just be 20 hours of jet-lagged delusion, I full on thought we were coming towards Skull Island (you know, from the beginning of that awful king kong movie). It was all fog and haze but once we finally cleared it BAM there's Wellington. I could have sworn we were in Cuba (save for the weather), as it's so cute from the air. There's houses on every hill, built around trees, running down little crazy winding streets straight down to the water (or off a cliff, or up a mountain). Theres Just.Houses.Everywhere. But not in this bad expansionist way that we have back home but in this cute way that works with the land.
How was my flight? How kind of you to ask! Looooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnngggggggggg...I never want to spend 18 hours on an Air Canada plane again. Also, if you request the vegetarian meal, you better love curry! You should maybe just board the plane with a shirt that says "GIVE ME CURRY FOR BREAKFAST LUNCH AND DINNER YUM CURRY!" Because that's all you're going to eat. I mean, ok I like curry as much as the next person, but I'm not going to have it for 3 meals straight, in a enclosed area, especially airplane curry. But I was starving, and ate I did. On the flight I managed to watch a couple flicks, MacGruber (alright I guess but not the much heralded return to SNL cinematic glory that it was supposed to be) and This Movie is Broken (good if you love BSS). However out of the corner of my eye I managed to catch Sex and the City 2, Letters to Juliet, The Blind Side and Sex and the City 2 AGAIN on the screen of the bitch that stole my rightful window seat! (She was also reading Twilight go figure).
The second leg of the trip was much better, and I managed to make my flight in spite of the 20 minute connection time. Air New Zealand was much more comfy, and I met a couple cool kids. Handy if I need a job at a Lush store anywhere in the country, as they were 2 of the 3 Lush managers I met that day. The inflight meal was curry, no thank you, and I napped to some tuneage before realizing that this was quite the short flight and I should probably just stay awake and maybe snap a couple pics.
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| A mixture of Skull Island and Cuba. God I should write Travel Catalogs |
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| Mimzy's home...err...OUR home is just up there! |
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So I didn't really manage to get my shutterbug on, but that will probably change soon enough. I'm finally feeling alive again, must have slept like 12 hours. But I'm here now! I'm living with the Mizzer and an extrordinary large number of kewl kiwis. There's myself, Mimz, Alea, Phylli, Henry, Amelia and Sylvie. Throw in everyone's nicknames/actual names and I'm sure I won't know who I'm living with until at least next month. The house is supercool, in Van it'd probably be referred to as a character house. But I'm pretty sure that everything is just that way here. Or at least just in the neighbourhood we're in.
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| Viewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww |
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| My rooooooooooooooooooooooom (everyone has crazy views I think I have to work my way up in the world) |
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It's cold like the dickens here, and windy like you'd never believe. On the way in was this giant orange pointy sculpture called a Zephyrmeter, and apparently it goes nuts and swings around when its windy. I've been told to always wear sunscreen, and always carry a jacket. All in all, I still don't know where I am, but I fucking love it!
The Talented Mr. Fisher
Addendum: Jesus christ there are a lot of crazy birds here. I think we're living in some sort of tropical aviary. Bastards kept me up from like 5-6 this morning!
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