Kia ora, (I always thought that was a tropical fruit drink) I've officially made it to the other side of the world just like in the KT Tunstall song. Well I'll be damned. So New Zealand is pretty cold, in fact it's a lot like England, They even have a bank just like the old Lloyds bank only it's called the National Bank. It's funny when your away from home and you migrate towards things familiar, of course that was the bank that I chose to draw my money out of even thought it probably has nothing to do with Lloyds Bank what so ever. So I've added some pictures for you and have been reflecting on my time so far. I have to say joking aside I'm glad not to be traveling the US anymore. It was getting really draining having people ask me where I was from all the time. I ended up making a tally and one day it topped 36 'Where are you from's and that was without even making eye contact with anyone. If I could sum up my time in the US for you let me be bold enough to use this little scenario. I was in a lift two young American bucks stepped in and of course asked me where I was from before I had even looked them in the eye. I uttered the words London to them and they both looked at each other and then at me a little amazed and said. 'Waw! you speak really good English' Unfortunately yes it's a true story.

So Fiji, I wanted to stay at the Beach house, I was very sad to leave. Those are the pictures I just added for you. It was like paradise and would you believe me if I told you it cost 8 pounds a night. I've been doing some maths and have decided at the rate of British rent that's well.....pretty good going. The country is so poor but the people are so happy. Getting the bus out to the Beach house was a an experience. I felt like Katheline Turner in Romance in the Stone you know at the beginning when she is taking a bus through South America. Well that's what the bus was like, no windows and of course I was the only tourist. When everybody got off at the market place and I was left on my own, the driver stopped the engine and from nowhere hundreds of cockroaches shot out all over the bus. I s*** myself. stood up and the locals didn't quite understand what all the fuss was about. Oh the stories I could tell you about Fiji.....