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What a flurry of activity. After a lot of hitchhiking and a lot of driving of shitty pink rental cars, I'm in Christchurch, poised to leave this little rock in the sea. I barely know what to write because I have so much to write. I hitchhiked to queenstown to get a stupid pink car that uses very little gas after selling the white lightning to a toothless maori sheepshearing lady (no joke). I was late getting home the night I was supposed to sell it, so Ange, my flatmate had her over for some coffee to kill time, and while they were shooting the shit, Susan (the buyer) asked "So where's Marcus going next?" Ange told her I was going to Vietnam, and her reply was "But isn't there a war going on there?". Once again, no joke.
This second shot is the Kiwi trucker who gave me a ride to Queenstown. There were 3 characters involved in that process. We had a lot of conversations really, about everything from Maori history to how humans are not involved in global warning. Don't judge, we have those idiots in Canada too. Also, as a sidenote I'm sure if I asked the trucker about it he'd say " 'reckon we cocked it up all by ourselves mate." This is him checking his map while driving about 80. Also the whole cab smelled like deer, cause that's what he was hauling before he picked me up.
After I picked up my pink bubble car, which is called a Toyota Vitz (which means joke in German - again, no joke) I headed back to Te Anau where I lived for one last hurrah. After a
Let's see how this goes.
The last shot there is of a hike I was on the other day. CC, the other guide at my company made friends with a girl from Barrie (of course) and we did a hike up to this saddle. I was shocked to see into a place called Milford sound, which I thought I might never see again. That's the ocean in the background, and if you look close you can see it to the horizon too. In that direction is antarctica.
Bye New Zealand, it's been real.
Good on ya mate.
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