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Out of Paihia and back down to Auckland today. Everything was pretty much packed in the very strange looking shapes the rucksacks have got in and Ellie let me sleep in! (She was just too scared to poke me or tug on my blanket in case I growled from under my cocoon). I like to get the fluffy blanket on me and tuck it up under the toes and then the fluffy duvet over the top of me again. It’s heaven, I’m so cosy under it all! No wonder over been sleeping well, Ellie isn’t sleeping too good probably because she doesn’t have me sleeping next to her for home comfort or protection of course.... or because she hasn’t done the blanket then duvet trick!
Things were looking up; I had a lie in, Ellie brought me tea and breakfast whilst I FaceTimed home and the sun was out.
After a whoopsie late check out we went for a walk down the front by the sea which was actually quite warm with a (finally) light breeze before we got our last nights left over chilli con carne for lunch and made our avocado and pita bread dinner to take with us for later. Smashing this hostel life cooking malarkey so far!
We had a big 52 seater bus this time around back to Auckland, with only 7 passengers on board! Such an environmental friendly way of travelling don’t you think? Ha!
I think because of the bus schedules 30 something people left yesterday because there wasn’t a bus on Wednesday so we just got lucky.
We were sure the bus driver was very lonely, he had us all come up to the front and have a chat with him individually whilst he was driving. My conversation went down the route of oh! your welsh, rugby chat, where we are going next and what to expect, only to finish with why sheep have their tails cut off... a topic which will never see me look at sheep in the same way.
So, the reason why sheep have their tails cut off (i thought they were born with short tails personally?) is because when they s*** (sorry, PG13 - poo) it will get stuck in their tails and matted and so flies come along lay their eggs in it and then the maggots grow and bury themselves in the sheep’s flesh and so farmers can’t use the sheep for anything then so they have to kill them because well, who wants a succulent lamb chops with a seasoning of maggots or a s***ty sheep’s woolly jumper? Then the conversation followed with Male sheep only last around 12 months because then they kill them or keep them for their wool. Now if they aren’t from a good dna chain (not quite sure how they tell that? whether it be their eyes, how big their bum is or if they a great jaw line) but the farmers then cut their testicals off the same way they cut their tails off... by tying a very tight rubber band around them until they fall off.
No wonder sheep run away from people! They’re only touched by humans a handful of times in their life and they’re all traumatic experiences from being taken away from their mothers to having their testicals and tails removed with a rubber band to loosing their wooly coat to a rather rubbish hairdresser, because let’s face it not many of them look great after a chop!
However, the funniest part of the bus was when another girl went down to chat to the driver and sat on the floor of the aisle, then he had to slam his brakes on and she fell or rolled down into the steps of the doorway to the bus, I was absolutely hysterical! Her legs were almost wrapped around her neck! Haha.
We got to the hostel on Queen street, staying in Nomads. It looked okay online but this place was huge, with loads of levels. We got put in a room which when we got through the door only had one bed spare and was full of grumpy men lying in bed smelling of dirty men watching their phones. The second room we got given was an 8 bed dorm of females only by my god did they half smell aswell, plus we couldn’t get through to the room with the two bunk beds so close together in front of the door you had slide in sidewards. My bag is directly behind the door and Ellie’s is just on the floor amongst the other girls crap everywhere; who look like they are living here! Theres tin food all over one bed, a camping chair by the next and a whole lot of clothing sprawled everywhere.
We went to the cinema to watch Hustlers, on our way we found a street stall market cooking Asian food. Guess what Ellie was reunited with.... a pork bun! Afterwards we came back to the communal area for a while before hitting the hay. The thought of having a chilled hour or so in the communal area with fellow travellers was appealing, only you don’t get your normal average travellers in these communal areas guys. No, not at all!
First there was a guy walking around asking if anyone had weed, the next was an Asian woman in the corner rolling tobacco with her eyes so close to it she’d be snorting half of it if she got any closer. Then a guy slapping a flipflop against his leg using it as a drumstick (if Ellie wasn’t there preventing me I probably would have seen it go out the window). It’s all good though, they come in threes don’t they?
Well no they don’t guys... I went to the toilet down the corridor and to the left. Speedy smelly toilets (fairly clean but scared to put my bum on the seat in case a suspicious wet substance got on me, that I mean being pee. Errr, makes me boff thinking about it.) anyways, it’s not very pleasant but a women’s sanitary towel wrapper was on the bin, me thinking ‘why not just put it in the bin! Lazy sod. I wonder who that minger is...’ well I didn’t have to wait long until I’m sure the culprit walked through the door in her Bridget Jones pants and a vest top half asleep. As I passed by her through the door, I looked back and her sanitary pad was hanging half out of her bloody pants! Dirty dirty dirty.
Oh and then Jesus walks through the door of the communal area takes a pew on the bean bags and starts weaving some sort of ‘art’ piece with some colourful strings.
I thought today would have been an easy blog write but honestly you cannot write our life right now.
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