Yeehaw, chummers. Here I am again, writing from Colac's Bay on the South Coast. Soooo, what happened so far? Last time I wrote I still was in Hokitika, but pretty soon I got bored and moved on. Got a lucky ride from an Israelian couple, but they overslept (or I misunderstood them, who knows) and we got moving later than I thought. After a few stops in Fox Glacier, where I caught another ride (Lotsandlotsandlotsof tourists) and Haast (famous for having absolutely nothing) I arrived in Wanaka. Very lovely city, the sight was amazing, an azur blue lake and sunshine and holiday feelings - but for some reason I had a bad feeling about the place. It became accurate when I didn't get a place to crash in the whole town, not even a camp site. Damnit, so I was moving on, getting picked up by a local farmer who was shipping over honey. So I ended up in Arrowtown, one of the countless "historical" places here (everything older than 30 years is historical...), an ex-goldmining town, where I camped on the river and got into a sandfly feeding frenzy. Don't laugh - watch below, I'll write something about those. Well, there were hundreds of those, clapping without aiming would 3 let drop dead - so I just put up the tent, closed down all openings and pretended to be dead. Then it was a windy night, so I didn't sleep too much... Well, the next morning I was off to Frankton, a little suburb of Queenstown, as everyone in Queenstown (very touristic city) just goes there for shopping. But, alas, I just missed the right spot and wandered through the INDUSTRIAL AREA for about an hour, until someone told me where to go. Found a lovely camping ground, walked over to the supermarket - but they wouldn't allow busking... Winning spree, eh? Then I tried to get a plastic bowl to make myself some rolled oats,and the takeaway tried to charge me one dollar for it. FOR A FUCKING EMPTY PLASTIC BOWL! I think that's a good point for visualizing the mentality around Queenstown, and as I later got there, I hated the place in an instand.
Touristic arrogance, egocentricity and unfriendlyness on every corner, and, no... just no. Got myself a hostel and tried to busk on the street and got 1,90$ in 45 minutes. That'll be about 1 Euro per hour. Me, frustrated, got to the hostel and decided to move on asap.
The next morning, I got up at 5:30 because the birds started singing. I crept out of the tent (slept in the tent now for ages) and snuggled myself in the sleeping bag under a tree near a cliff (the hostel had an amazing view over the lake - the sight was the only thing I loved on Queenstown). Watched the sunrise. And slept another 2 hours on the cliff.
Well, then I moved on, heading for Te Anau, and I got a ride, but got dropped off in the middle of nowhere and had to walk for about an hour (about one car per 20 minutes passing by - the curse of the Southlands). Eventually I got a ride and got to Te Anau, again a lovely place. Got a cool and cheap hostel, I'm allowed to busk everywhere - what to ask for more? But, well, I didn't get too much money, about 3$ per hour and I decided to cut the bullshit and take some days off with my savings, and thus I did. Yesterday, I left Te Anau and hitched over to the South Coast, because I knew there is a hostel with free internet here And after another middleofnowhere-dropoff and some hours on the beach, here I am, having fixed the blog, done a brand new TRAVEL MAP where you can check where I travelled so far and read a newsticker-like resume about the place and after writing this entry I'm gonna sit down to the "surprise" I've been planning for awhile now. Well, what else?
I'm very proud of Rob for organizing all the stuff (just had to say that ), I miss all of you guys like crazy and sometimes I think the lonelyness will kill me. Most of the time I catch myself having self-conversations, especially when it's raining and you can't do nothing but sitting in the tent, staring at the ceiling, for hours, days... it really wears you down. Got myself a list of things and videogames I'm gonna get myself once I come back to distract my mind. Learning new songs on the guitar. Enjoying the progresses in Black Inck. And really thinking I'll come back soon...
And about sandflies, right. New Zealand Traveller's Guide, by Kris, lesson S like Sandfly.
Few people know that Sandflies is actually an abbreviation. It stands for "Sucking Assholes, Never done, fucking lurkin in endless swarms". They look exactly like european fruit flies, but they aren't as lovely. They bite. And if I say they bite, I don't mean they give you a little stitch and it itches a little bit for a day or two like european mosquitos. I mean they attack you in a swarm of dozens or hundreds and flip you the bird over your insect repellant and eat you alive and every fucking stitch keeps itching like hell for WEEKS. Most people (including me) prefer to scratch the stitches open and put saliva on it, because the wound that's caused by that is more comfortable and heals faster than just letting the stitch by itself. And now imagine having twenty of those stitches. Or thirty... and NOW try getting to fucking sleep in the evening! And the worst thing: They are EVERYWHERE. No bullshit, they are. Inside the houses, on the beach, in the woods, everywhere. They are about as wide-spread as fruit flies and house flies are over by us, taken together (considering those would attack you).
Thanks for your interest.