Sunday, 20 February 2011

Auckland

Many apologies for not updating since I arrived in Auckland, however, my circumstances have been changing frequently and so I kept putting it off until I thought I had reached a point of stability...and then something else would change. So, in the absence of what could even vaguely resemble stability I am simply going to update you about what I have been up to since I got here.
My first week (and in fact most of my time here so far) was/has been largely dedicated to finding a job and finding a nice hostel that I would be happy to stay in for the potential three months of my stay here. I am now on my third hostel and I think I have found a good’un (which actually isn’t bad going seeing as there are A LOT of hostels in the centre of Auckland). The job hunt has been slightly more difficult and slightly less successful than I hoped it was going to be, but I am currently working part-time at a sandwich bar, which isn’t ideal, but it’s money and if I can get full time work there then I’ll be able to save a lot of money each week which will of course be going on fun and adventures either here or in Oz, so watch this space!
Now I have updated you on the more boring end of things I will tell you about the nice stuff. It appears that I have arrived in Auckland at a good time of year because a vast number of the once annual events seem to be going on and this generally means big festivals and lots of fun. The first one of these was Waitangi Day, which marks the signing of the treaty between the Maori’s and the white settlers that declared New Zealand to be a founded country.  There are celebrations for this all over New Zealand and one of the biggest is at Mission Bay which is just outside Auckland. So, on a beautiful sunny Sunday I walked to Mission Bay with a couple of friends I had made at the first hostel I stayed in and we went to the festival that was there, just by the beach, with great live music, amazing food, lovely weather and of course...the beach!
The next of these annual events was the Big Gay Out which is New Zealand’s largest annual gay event. Now, this may sound like it is going to be a massive thing, but bear in mind that the population of the whole of New Zealand is only 4.2million and it is not renowned for its gay scene! However, having said that, once again the weather was absolutely gorgeous (are you getting bored of me saying that yet?!) and there had been a lot of effort put into making it a busy event, so while there weren’t a massive number of people there and it was fairly small it was really good fun and there were some really good music acts and some very funny comedy acts, so no real complaints for a free event in the park on a weekend!
The most recent event was the Chinese Lantern Festival, which happens in Auckland every year to mark Chinese New Year (for those interested 2011 is the year of the Rabbit and people born in this Chinese zodiac year are supposedly very artistic but also timid and prefer to be behind the scenes of things...just in case you were interested – funnily enough, this is not my Chinese zodiac sign...who would have guessed?!). For this there was a big festival in Albert Park, which is right in the centre of the city and actually right next to my current hostel. As you may have guessed there were massive displays of beautiful Chinese lanterns all over the park, as well as music and a lot of amazing Chinese food...mmmm!! Last night was the closing of the festival and there was a big firework display for it. Unsurprisingly most of Auckland’s 1.2million people population turned out for this and after attempting to battle with the crowds in the park my room-mates and I figured that we would probably have a more enjoyable and less stressful time watching the display for our seventh floor window in the hostel. So back we headed and boy did we make the right decision. I love fireworks anyway, but if there is one thing better than going to see them in a big crowded park surrounded by lots of people going “Oooooh!” and “Aaahhhh!” it is watching them through a massive bay window while you lie in bed! Trust me, if by some stroke of luck any of you ever get the chance to try this you will understand the joy that comes from watching a really great firework display...live...but in the comfort of your own (kind of) bed!
The other very nice thing I have got to do since I have been here was to take a day trip to Waiheke Island which is about 40 minutes on a ferry outside of Auckland. I decided to do this one day a couple of weeks ago just because I had the time and...yes, you guessed it, the weather was lovely! Once I got there my original plan was just to walk around the island for the afternoon and enjoy the beaches and the sunshine. However, when I got there I saw that there was a bike hire stand and after an extensive discussion with the man at the stand he managed to convince me that this would be the best way for “a young fit girl like myself” (his words, not mine) to see as much of the island as I could in a day. I seriously doubted my ability to be able to do this given my appalling level of fitness, but I was actually pretty successful! There were a few shakey moments, in addition to a few hills that I had to push the bike up, but all in all it was a good day and I am glad I hired the bike. And specially for you doubters out there I took a picture of both the bike and me geared up to ride it, obviously I couldn’t take a picture of myself actually riding the thing, that would be very dangerous, but I wanted some evidence of the fact that this is not a little invented tale of mine!
And that pretty much brings you all up to date I believe. The one thing I must mention, and this will only be significant for some of you, is a small but very amusing pair of details regarding one of my current room-mates (who, for the record, I have chosen to stay with, she is not just someone random who I was put in a room with). She is a lovely girl...she just so happens to be from Liverpool and a croc wearer! Ordinarily, in my book, someone like this should be locked away, in a dark room and left there, just to save the rest of society the indignity of having to admit that there were people like this within it. And, if I am honest, sometimes when she is telling a long story which contains more uses of the word “like” (“likchche”) and the phrase “don’t get me wrong but” (“don ge mi wrong, bu...”)  I do wish I was deaf. However, in spite of her croc wearing scouse ways , she is lovely, and against all of my firmly established prejudices, we are friends. But I do stand by my beliefs, people who wear crocs outside of their own houses should have their feet removed as punishment, and scouse people should not be allowed to breed! Simple as! At this point I am going to remind myself never to give Leanne the address of my blog, I don’t think it would go down very well!
Right, I am going to go now.
Love to everyone back home. I hope this entry provided temporary distraction/amusement from whatever else it was that you should have been doing.
Big love!!

Tuesday, 8 February 2011

SFO ~ LAX ~ AKL...easy right?!

So I arrived in Auckland after what can only be described as an epic...and I really mean epic journey!  It began at San Francisco airport at 4pm on February 1st and took me through to Auckland at 12.30pm on February 3rd...okay, not all of that time was actually spent travelling, and there is the small matter of crossing the international date line in the middle of that which effectively means that I only have a 364 day year in 2011 and that February 2nd never really existed...which I find a little strange, but believe me, it felt like I was travelling for that long regardless.  The journey involved 7 hours aimlessly wandering around the quietest terminal in LAX airport with my bags (comprising of two backpacks, one weighing 7kg and the other 17kg), no money and NOTHING to do...good start! Finally I was allowed to check-in and was informed by the very smiley lady at the Air Tahiti check-in desk that I was going to have to take the shuttle bus to the other side of the airport to catch my plane and wait there for the remaining 2 hours until my flight took off...”Oh goodie!” I thought, more lugging around of now only the 7kg backpack and more sitting/wandering around airport terminals with no money and now even less to do as everything that was open has now closed because it is the middle of the night! Finally after what felt like a lifetime of sitting and contemplating the meaning of life in an attempt to pass the time, I boarded the flight only to find that I had the pleasure of spending the next 6 hours on this plane right by the toilets...always the best place to sit I always think! Just to add insult to injury my television wasn’t working properly and the flight was full so I was left to the joys of more contemplation or risk going crossed-eyed attempting to read by the painfully inadequate spot lights which were all that were on offer given the fact that it was a night flight and so the ‘cabin lights were dimmed’ and everyone around me was snoring and drooling in the delightful contented manner of people with no concept of social etiquette! It’s fine I thought, once I am off this flight I have a couple of hours stop off in Tahiti, it’ll be early morning (5.30am local time) so it won’t be too hot and I can go for a wander and stretch my legs before I embark on the final 9 hours and get to Auckland. Sounds like a nice way to pass a few hours right?! Like it was going to be that easy after the journey I had had up until that point. We arrived in Tahiti slightly ahead of schedule and considering most of the people on the plane were transit passengers and not actually getting off in Tahiti the majority of passengers were ‘politely’ (I don’t think Tahitians know the meaning of this word) ushered through to the transit centre...this is where the fun began! My first mistake was to assume that at 5.30 in the morning Tahiti wouldn’t be too hot, it was unbearable...roughly 34 degrees and 98% humidity...AT 5.30AM...this is not a country I will be returning to in a hurry! Of course to add insult to injury the transit centre wasn’t air-conditioned but as I have previously stated, I assumed this would be a fairly swift and stress-free process and I would be able to go off to the air-conditioned cafe quickly and get myself a nice cold drink and relax before getting back on the plane! At this point I am going to give you a little mathematical equation...350+ passengers, 1 ticket desk (manned by 1 woman), 1 security gate open, 1 working scanning machine for bags, 1 working scanning machine for people, 2 security staff (both male), random bag checks of approximately every 8th passenger...2 hours. Does anyone out there think these numbers add-up, because if they do I can assure you, THEY DO NOT! They began calling for people in my area of the plane to begin making their way to the departure gate while there were still 9 people in front of me, which meant that through my calculations meant at least 1 more random bag check and therefore at least 20 minutes!! I was not happy. Finally I made it through security and ran to my gate (distinctly flustered and stressed by this point) where a very disapproving Tahitian woman looked and my ticket and stated in a tone that can only be described as despairing that they had been calling my seating area for over 15 minutes now...I will never forgive myself for what I did next...I looked at her, looked at my ticket, took a deep breath and said in the most sincere fashion...”I know, I’m so sorry!” Oh I do hate being English sometimes! So there it was...my relaxing break in Tahiti was spent in a queue of sweaty, tired and aggravated transit passengers, in a non air-conditioned transit centre dealing with completely incompetent and unhelpful airport staff and to top the whole thing off...I wound up apologising for the experience. By the time I got on the plane I had resigned myself to the fact that this was destined to be the worst journey ever and that everything that could go wrong was going to...thankfully, the final leg of my journey went without any problems...this was probably largely to do with the fact that I joined the socially retarded masses and after about 4 minutes of sitting in my seat, passed out, mouth open, snoring and drooling all over myself...but boy did it feel good to wake up and know that I was only 30 minutes away from my final destination.
I would now give you a rundown of my first week in Auckland, but recounting the tale of my nightmare to get here has absolutely exhausted me and now I need to go and make a cup of tea. So, on that note I will leave you. Suffice it to say it has been a lovely week, lots of sunshine, some very good job prospects and met some lovely people. And to be honest, the journey here may have been a nightmare, but it is all part of the fun of travelling and it’s definitely one I won’t forget in a hurry, so there we go, every cloud has a silver lining!
Love from the City of Sails in the Land of the Long White Cloud (that’s Auckland in New Zealand for anyone who was wondering)
xxx

I left my heart in San Francisco...

The end of my time in San Francisco was naturally largely focussed around the momentous occasion that was my day of birth! I stayed at Regan’s house the night before and was awoken in the morning to blueberry, pecan, honey and vanilla pancakes (they were gluten-free, because Regan is weird that way, but you can’t have everything...they were amazing anyway, I have to admit)! In the afternoon we headed into San Rafael where I acquired myself a multiple significant occasion tattoo. This was to mark, my birthday, my time in San Francisco and my amazing travels in general. I got it at the top of my back and it depicts the Aboriginal symbols for travel and the resting place. That evening we were faced with a slightly unusual situation as the Regan I had met in Sydney was perfectly legal to go out and drink, however, in the wonderfully weird world of America, this was no longer the case given that she is 19, so we had to think of a plan that did not involve bars or clubs or drinking. Being the undoubtedly cool kid that I am I came up with and equally enjoyable alternative involving Charlie’s Angels 2 and comfort food...in my world that is almost preferable to a night out and certainly worked for me! It was certainly a very happy birthday! However, it did not end there, Regan’s birthday present to me was to take me to Teatro Zinzanni which is a bit like the circus meeting cabaret meeting Cirque du Soliel (for those who will understand it is a lot like La Clique) and this was the following night. So, the next day, after another night spent at Regan’s we took the ferry over to the city and went to the performance, which was amazing and so much fun and just happened to be accompanied by a fantastic five-course meal, including steak and the most ridiculously over indulgent chocolate mousse cake ever!!! More amazing food in amazing San Francisco...and we all know that I approve of good food!
My final full day in San Fran was very chilled and mainly involved enjoying the sunshine and going to Golden Gate Park which was beautiful and a lovely end to what had been an awesome time in America. And then it was off to the airport to start the first part of my three leg journey to Auckland where the business end of my travels were to begin...here comes the grown up stuff...kind of!

Tuesday, 1 February 2011

A Prayer For A Child - Dr Seuss

Saw this and loved it and I thought I would share it with my blog-following world.



"From here on earth,
From my small place
I ask of You
Way out in space:
In every land
What You and I
Both understand...

Please tell all men
That Peace is Good
That's all
That need be understood
In every world
In Your great sky.

(We understand
Both You and I.)

~ Dr Seuss