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I guess I'd better finish writing about New Zealand before I forget what I did.
I left off talking about my horse ride in Glenorchy/Paradise, New Zealand. I was picked up from the front of my Hostel at 8am, and then they picked up people from other hotels. The weirdest thing happened that day. There was a family of three that got in the van after me, and I noticed they had American accents. I didn't talk to them at first because there were tons of people in the van. When we got to Glenorchy (about 45 minutes away from Queenstown), everyone got out, paid, got cool hats and rubber boots, and were divided into two groups. One group, consisting of most of the people in the van, stayed in Glenorchy for their river ride (where they were taken through cold water on horses for 2 hours...suckers!). My group got into a jeep and was taken about 15 minutes away to Paradise for our Ride of the Rings tour.
It was only me, a woman from Japan, and the family of 3 from America. I talked to them on the way to Paradise (that sounds funny, but it's true in more ways than one) and found out that they were living in Sydney for two years for work. I asked where in the US they were from, and they said Texas. That was surprising enough because I have not met anyone from Texas down here yet. All the Americans traveling to this part of the world seem to be from the Northeast. I asked where in Texas. They said Dallas. When I asked where in Dallas they were from, they said Coppell! What are the chances of that? Plus their little girl (who is 7) was named Nicole too. They apparently live close to Town Center and are leasing their home until they go back next fall. How strange is that? Meeting someone that lives only a few blocks away from home half way around the world.
My horse's name was Presley, and he liked to run me into bushes and prickly tree branches. Some of the company's horses I went on the tour with were used in the Lord of the Rings movies, but not mine. They told me he was "pretty civilized" and would listen to my command of "walk" (and if not, a light kick in the side would do the trick). Yeah right! I tried a harder kick and...nothing. I tried turning him...nothing. All he did was follow other horses, walk when I didn't want him to places I didn't want him to, and eat grass (nearly flipping me off over his front end several times because I kept a short rein on him when stopped like I was instructed).
Anyways, I had fun that day. I was exhausted and fell asleep on the car ride home though. I got back around 1pm I think and took a shower to get the horse smell out. I remember my butt was sore and my legs felt really weak! I spent the rest of the day shopping in Queenstown. I also remember eating lunch at Subway (for my weekly dose of American culture). I love how all Subways look, taste, and smell the same.
That night after dinner a lot of us from the tour group went to an ice bar in Queenstown called -5 Degrees Celsius. It was $20NZ for proper clothing, 30 minutes inside, and a cocktail. First we paid, got dressed up in heavy jackets, boots, and gloves, then we were escorted into the actual ice bar. Everything inside was made of ice: the chairs, the walls, the tables, the bar, and the glasses. When you got done with your cocktail you smashed the ice glass in the garbage bin. It was kind of stupid and overpriced, but how many people can say they've been to an ice bar?
We left Queenstown the next day super early as always. Queenstown was the longest we stayed in one place (2 nights and 1 day). I really liked it, and if I ever went back to New Zealand and could only visit one city, it would probably be Queenstown. It is amazing how small the populations of these “big cities” are. I think they told us that the population of Queenstown was not even 10,000! To give a little perspective, I looked it up and Coppell (the "tiny" suburb my parents live in of Dallas) has about 35,000!
We drove the rest of that day and arrived before dusk at Milford Sound. It isn't actually a sound but a fjord. A fjord is an inlet of the sea carved out by glaciers whereas a sound is not carved by glaciers. We boarded a ship around dusk and set sail after the safety briefing. Immediately after this briefing, the guy giving the speech slipped down a flight of stairs in front of everyone...ouch, irony.
Before it got dark, we had a short tour of the “sound”, and were offered canoe rides. I declined because it was cold and rainy that night, and I’d already had enough of that at the glaciers. Instead, the rest of the night I was nice and cozy drinking all the hot tea, coffee, and chocolate milk I could while playing card games (most of which were ridiculous and made up). Some of them even caught on like a game we named “Forehead”. The only other thing to do in a boat in the Middle-of-Nowhere was play board games which had 75% of the pieces missing (Clue, Monopoly, and Trivial Pursuit without that many pieces just takes too much imagination for me).
The next morning we woke up before sunrise and ate breakfast. The rest of the morning we all just looked out at the sound as they took us out to the Tasman Sea and back to shore. It was really pretty watching the sunrise out there. I think I took enough pictures of it.
This day we spent driving a long ways to our next destination, Lake Ohau. We watched a depressing movie about rock climbing (Vertical Limit) on the bus because it was filmed where we were driving. I didn’t watch. I haven’t mentioned this yet, but the weirdest thing about driving in New Zealand is most of their bridges are one lane. You have to stop before you get on a bridge to make sure nobody wants to get through coming the other way, then go. There is even an extremely long one-lane tunnel with NO lights that we went through twice. It was completely carved out of the rock by hand during the depression era. You have to wait for the green light outside it to go through, and then pray nobody stupid is coming in the opposite direction! We already almost hit one idiot driving in the wrong lane near the mirror lakes stop. Everyone in the bus blamed it on Americans, but then decided it couldn’t be an American because they weren’t driving a hummer or a gigantic SUV.
The lodge we stayed at was REALLY in the middle of nowhere. I have never seen the stars like I did that night. It seemed like you could see the entire universe out there, and the mountains across the lake were beautiful as well. After a great dinner (mostly because the dessert was a hot fudge brownie sundae), a group of us American girls, some Germans, and a couple French girls went out for a walk with 2 flashlights in the pitch black. Before we got out of the driveway, we met a big sweet dog (that belonged to the lodge) that we named Cujo. After he said "hi" to us he walked on like he wanted us to follow him, so we just went along with it and trusted him. He was an excellent tour guide because he led us straight to the edge of the lake where we were trying to go anyway. He jumped in for a quick swim, and I think he wanted us to come with him. It was only about 50 degrees too cold for me. Sorry Cujo! After that, he led us home because he is a good dog.
That night we all sat around and talked. I got to know some of the other people on the tour better. I luckily made good friends with some of the Australians this night that are hooking me up with free AFL tickets at the MCG in really good seats! Some of the American girls were watching “How to Loose a Guy in 10 Days”…surprising! I watched the end in honor of you, Mom.
This was the last night on the tour and I was happy and sad. I was happy because I could get away and do my own thing and not live out of a bus and suitcase soon, but sad because I was having lots of fun traveling to a new place every day and meeting lots of interesting new people. I actually liked the bus tour thing, but would never do it for more than a week at a time. Some of the people were doing it for two weeks and some had done other tours for fifty days at one time! They said two weeks are enough.
I met lots of people on that tour. I think the oldest person on our tour was 35. He was a bit mentally unstable, never took baths or changed clothes, was from South Korea, and knew only a few words of English. Everyone embraced him anyways (except when we could no longer stand the smell of him, yikes!) and by the end of the tour he knew how to say a whole sentence (“I am from a for-ee-geen coun-tar-ee”)! He earned the nickname Trolley early on because that was one of the only English words he knew at the beginning for some reason and nobody could pronounce his real name. If you were nice to him he would even invite you back to his home in South Korea! The people I hung around the most were the other 3 American girls who were studying abroad in Australia. We got along pretty well. I met 2 French girls who spoke English, though not very fluently, and would try to help them when they didn’t understand a word by naming off synonyms. There was a group of four 18-year-old Irish boys that kept the bus pretty entertained! Our bus driver and tour guide were a couple years older than me and were fun, nice people too. There was also a married couple in their late 20’s and a guy in his late 20’s traveling alone all from Melbourne and 2 girls in their mid-20’s from NSW and QLD that I got along with well. There were lots of German and British girls as well on the tour, but I didn’t get a chance to really talk to them much. It wasn’t a bad tour group, it was pretty balanced and, of course, a very interesting mix of people.
The last day we drove more than we did the entire trip all the way back to Christchurch. We got in around 5pm I think and I immediately showered, re-packed, and went around Queenstown one last time. That night, a group of some of the people from the tour got back together to eat one last dinner in Queenstown. I stayed out until about 1am with everyone, then went back and played around on the internet until my shuttle to the airport arrived at 3:30am! Our flight left at 6am that morning and was the bumpiest ride of my life. I tried to sleep on it, but I kept either being jerked awake or being woken up by the pilot announcing that everyone go back to their seats and fasten their seatbelts because of the turbulence. After hearing that a few times, it was especially hard to sleep for fear of my life, but I managed to squeeze in a couple hours of broken sleep during that flight because I was so tired.
All-in-all I had a great time in New Zealand and I plan on visiting it sometime again, hopefully. It is the most beautiful place I have ever seen. I was never disappointed in any place we stopped or drove past. It was the cleanest, greenest place I’ve ever been (I think that is their motto too). If anyone reading this ever gets a chance to visit, DO IT!!! You won’t be disappointed.
Now I've been back in Melbourne for a week and since I've been sleeping lots! I went out with people from my dorms a couple times. On Tuesday night (ANZAC Day) I went to the city with 3 nice Australian girls as well as Roxane and Catia for the Melbourne International Comedy Festival. It is a big deal and lasts about a month. I don't really know most of the comedians here, except for a couple of Americans. It's a really interesting thing to see. There are tons of people (though not as many as there were during the Commonwealth Games) lined up along the sidewalks to get into all sorts of venues for various shows. There are even people out on the streets doing their own free performances...some of which even made me laugh a little. We were going to some Australian act at first, but it was sold out so we went to the only show that wasn't sold out that night (The Best of Edinburgh Festival...though none of the 4 comedians were even slightly Scottish). It was alright, I laughed and it was nice to get out of Clayton! Afterwards, we walked around the city for a while (though everything was closed) and ate yummy cheesecake at a 24 hour cafe! |