so there’s this Italian guy who lives with me, who hasn’t got his middle finger tip anymore cos of an accident. Tell me why this is sexually pleasing to me
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so there’s this Italian guy who lives with me, who hasn’t got his middle finger tip anymore cos of an accident. Tell me why this is sexually pleasing to me
me n my friend went on a big swing
me n my friend couldn’t hold our screams in
I wore some swag glasses, she was stabbed up the arse a bit
and that’s why my ears they still ring
Something I’ve learnt about myself is that instead of being shy and weird when I first meet people. I should just be normal weird. Take me or leave me sunshine, this is what ya gnna get
I’ve made it to the South Island, I did the whole of the west coast down from Abel Tasman to Milford Sounds, now I’m stopping off in Christchurch. I’ve got to that feeling again where I don’t know what I’m doing or why I have done it.
My plans have changed from a couple of months ago as other peoples have too.
But seriously it’s difficult to form any lasting relationships when everyone you know is either travelling to their own drum or is not travelling at all so you leave them behind.
You know when you’re still a boy mad teenager at heart when your travel journal pretty much only talks about the boys I sorta fancy
and an odd drawing of some of the places I’ve been
I made it to wellington a couple of weeks ago. I’ve been taking it very easy, a lot of alcohol, a lot of expensive food, too much money frittered away into the world. I haven’t been working either which isn’t the best.
however in 9 days I’m heading off to the south island to be in Queenstown for my 24th to see some friends I’ve made along the way. It’s something I really love about travelling. I’m a difficult person to get to know especially quickly, or I find it difficult to get people interested in getting to know me, but whilst travelling I’ve made some really good friends. It’s just a shame we’re from all over the world with our own plans.
I’ve been staying with a friend now, I hadn’t thought I’d be here for too long, I’m so grateful to not have to pay rent, and her friends seem like stand up people. But I am beginning to feel I’m overstaying my welcome. I’m trying my best to be clean and productive, by making food and tidying the house, I still feel like a leech.
I went to the motherfucking international hobbit day in Matamata and my goodness it was incredible. Fireworks, free drinks and food all night! What more could a hungry hobbit ask for. It marks my 6 months in NZ and the end of working for a horrible family in a dead end town. Fabulous
This is Billie, she is my only friend when the kids and adults go do their things during the weekdays. I can’t drive and I’m so far out of the way that this lamb is my happiness. When I came to NZ I wanted to try as many things that I haven’t done and do them as I could. Living on a farm is just something I had to do whilst here.
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Wai-o-tapu The Thermal Wonderland
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Today I visited Wai-o-tapu The Thermal Wonderland. Great name, slightly disappointed there were no rollercoasters and/or heat themed spaces. With Wonderland being the slogan, I’d expect far more rides, a giant sun or maybe just a spinning teapot. It turned out to be just a couple of walking trails, and was actually very cold despite it’s controversial slogan. Horrendous.
Nonetheless after that initial sadness, it turned out to be a pretty cool place, I saw Lady Knox splurt all over herself, saw an STI pond and a big wooden lizard. I was impressed.
Getting there was a struggle. I had, like many times before, booked the tickets without quite realising my strategy on arriving there. The shuttle bus out to The Thermal Wonderland was at 8:15 from the centre of town, I live out of town. I live so far out of town it takes me an hour on a good day to walk to the bus stop, which then takes another 40 minutes in. These buses aren’t a regular occurrence either obviously, small town blues. So my plan was to wake at 5:20 be out of the house by 6:00 to catch the 7:25 bus. Thankfully waking up wasn’t too bad, I get up an hour later anyway on weekdays to start my job as an au pair, I just had to be super quiet to not wake anyone else, as questions in the morning don’t go well with me. Especially from two 8 year old mildly autistic kids.
Outside was dark and fucking cold. We’re almost in deep winter. It was frosty. And being where I am, there aren’t any pavements to walk along, a little bit of grass here and there and then just straight up gravel ditches. Nor were there street lights, the sun hadn’t yet made an appearance. I was trying to use my phones torch but I couldn’t keep my hands out of my pockets for too long, it was a little panic inducing. You hear cars way before you see them due to the windy roads, and they take the bends so quickly because apparently no one else walks here. I had gotten maybe 3/4 of the way to the bus stop without a hitch, yet as I twisted around to see if I did hear a car coming up behind me, my ankle went from underneath me and I plummeted straight into the gravel. Rolled my ankle, tore my jeans on me knees and the thermals underneath them and opened the palm of my hand. Fuck me.
I ran through my shock trying to breathe deeply and push the sharp pain out of my hand, because I had only 30 minutes left before the bus would leave and I was still a hill and half to go. I knew I should have left 20 minutes earlier, this wasn’t a good day, this wasn’t just going to take me an hour to walk. Besides the fact the sun has barely risen, it’s -1 and now I’ve now handicapped myself and can pretty much just about manage a wonky gallop, I didn’t have the correct bus fare. 50$ was going to be way too much for a bus driver to change up and I had planned on going to a shop in town to buy something small simply so I could get on the bus.
I ran on and off for a while trying to make time when a bus went straight past me and started to slow. I didn’t know whether to acknowledge it and hope for the best or carry on to the shop to be a responsible adult. I decided as I was running out of time anyway I may as well try and get on the bus. I apologised and said I didn’t have the right change and that I was heading into Ngongotaha to get smaller cash. Raising my hands apologetically he saw my damaged hand and just waved me on. Looking back now I must have been a sight, I had been running when he picked me up and it turns out I was cut up and bruised with quite a bit of blood dribbling up my fingers. I reckon my chilled red face and deep breathing must have also stirred weird images too. But hey hoo free ride man. I got into town 40 minutes earlier than expected cos it was an earlier bus. I bought myself 2nd breakfast cos I deserved it and the waitress gave me some plasters for my wound. Thermal Wonderland was great. Everything came up millhouse.
I did a lot of walking, and now as I sit on my bed I can feel every part that has been knocked about very well.