Friday

Racism and Rape, Redux

I'm a really positive person but I tend to worry. A lot. Before my trip I was worried something would go wrong with my visa. During my flight I worried that the airline would lose my luggage. Now that I'm here, I'm worried I will get raped and die. But that's why I'm here. Not to get raped and die -- duh -- but to get over all the worrying about getting raped and dying, Lyme's Disease, hidden costs of common consumer goods, etc. etc.

Fortunately, the universe is teaching me a couple things:
- LAX to AUK: I expected to be seated next to a giant with tiny hands and smelly pits. Instead, I got a three-seater to myself and slept like a horse-tranquilized log-baby. Yay no jet lag!
- Even though I predicted and prepared for these things to happen, my baggage was never lost, my box of American tampons never stolen. (Why did I pack American tampons? Doesn't New Zealand have menstruating women? I'm glad you asked. Yes, there are menstruating women here. But they seem to be subsisting on applicator-less tampons, and I'm not at that Europeanish level of intimacy with myself.)
- I found a super cheap hostel with a decent rating. I expected bedbugs and Japanese tourists galore. I don't know which would have been worse. (Just kidding! Bedbugs are clearly much worse. And there are no Japanese here either, so, double score!) Instead, I pay $10 a day for a rousing group of alcoholic Scots (redundant?) and a Canadian or two here and there.

Lesson learned? Expect the absolute worst and the universe will always always gift you with something a little less worse! (i.e. Canadians = a little less worse than bedbug-infested Japanese tourists.)

In all seriousness:
  1. I love Canadians. And bedbugs.
  2. The air here is delicious.
  3. The sky is closer to the earth here, and moves faster than what humans should consider normal.
  4. The stars are brighter.
  5. The cheese is cheesier.

This place isn't paradise, but it would be...if you were here with me.

Love love love,

Hana

Wednesday

Preamble to My Walkabout

No, I didn't fall into a rabbit hole in the space-time continuum -- although that would be super cool and totally unexpected. No, it's just that New Zealand is 16 hours ahead of you knuckleheads in New York. Thus, I am blogging from the future.