It reminds me of Bukkake

Sunday, February 5th, 2017: Cruisin’ back to Christchurch, the last day

Before we get to the day, I feel the need to talk more about my hostel experience. Our roommates were all very original. One guy shortly arrived after we got to our room yesterday. He opened up his laptop and was on it the entire night. I don’t think he moved from his spot the whole day. Last night when we were getting ready for bed I asked him if he was playing a game. He reminded me of my freshmen year college roommate, Natalie, who would stay up all night playing Warcraft games with people all over the world. He explained that he was planning his trip. Ok that’s fair. Do people go places without a plan?? Holy cow, kudos to them. I am not about that spontaneity. The other guy was super tall and never said one word to anyone. His stuff was in a pile in front of his bunk and it was awkward when he was trying to nap at like 630pm and we were trying to freshen up for the night. And then there was the 3rd random, a girl. I saw her twice. Once when she came in to sleep and in the morning when she left. I don’t think Madeline saw her at all. Quite the experience it was.

Since we went to bed at a decent time we woke up pretty early, ready to start the day. I had been bragging about how bomb my cheese scone was yesterday that Mads wanted in on that action; so we had brekkie at Alchemy. We all shared the cheese scone and everyone agreed that it was amazing. I really wanted to get a mocha from Patagonia but they still weren’t open. They were on my shit list. Since it was Sunday, there was a market in the park right by our hostel so we made our way there. I was pumped since I needed to pick up a painting for my travel art wall. There were a ton of really cool vendors and I managed to find a really cool portrait of the Wanaka Tree (seemed fitting). I also bought some certified organic face stuff from this holistic lady. She seemed like a really cool woman and I liked her vibe, so naturally I bought the travel size box set of her products. We walked back to the Wanaka Tree to take more pics in the daylight. And then we hit the road to make the long 5 hour journey back to Christchurch.

We stopped in the town of Cromwell to check out the quaint little town and their Sunday Market. It was pretty small but the shops were really neat. We had lunch at the Kitchen, where I thoroughly enjoyed their Chicken Roti and an apricot coconut slice. The Roti was the bomb and I wish I could eat it on a weekly basis. The apricot slice was also delicious and made me think of my Dad, he would have loved it.

Halfway through our drive, we stopped at Lake Pukaki because you could see Mount Cook and the views from the rest stop were unreal. Also, I love this lake’s name. It sounds like bukkake (I laughed way too much at this guys). Jamie had been driving and I told him since I was basically a pro now that I could help drive today. He let me take over and we were back on the road to Christchurch.

We made it back to the airport with time to spare but we still had to deal with the car rental madness. Apparently that nice lady in Dunedin was too nice and didn’t make an accident report (probably because it was 4:30pm and she wanted to close at 5pm) so it took some time to get that all sorted. It was a flat fee of around $500 for the windshield which is nice and easy but I’m really hoping I can get that reimbursed.

We all were cashed and tried to sleep the few hours we had on the plane back home.

I have to say all in all that New Zealand is one of my favorite places. It is breathtakingly beautiful and serene. I will absolutely try to get to the north island before my time is up in this hemisphere.


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