Forever Paisley

If you are still nursing your hangover from the night before Thanksgiving, I would suggest some Vitamin B are more water. If that food coma still has you incapacitated, feel free to e-mail me for my Netflix login. If you chose to give into the hype of after Thanksgiving sales, I hope you made it out alive and are happy with your purchases. I am sorry I missed it all this year …Last night Midge and I skipped on seeking out Thanksgiving related grub and made Mediterranean couscous at the hostel. After dinner we hit the town for some people watching, live music and a few cocktails. Two vodka sodas in, it was obvious that either a) all of the liquor in Queenstown is watered down, or b) Queenstown bartenders don’t know how to pour. With that realization I quickly switched to hard cider. The music was good, Bridget kicked my ass in Egyptian ratscrew and the streets were full of drunken twenty-somethings. We capped the night with some wedges and hit the hay.

This morning, after feasting on leftovers and fruit we ventured around town and hit the Saturday market. Three hat purchases, two hours and a Kenny Rogers cover later, it was time to say goodbye to Queenstown. Currently, we are sitting at the muggy airport waiting for our flight back to Auckland. Despite the fact that this airport is hotter than hell and the drinking fountain is broken, domestic travel in New Zealand is pretty damn easy. They don’t check ID’s, leading me to believe that flying for free would be relatively simple, they say they charge for extra baggage, but really don’t and you don’t have to remove your shoes, jacket or scarf. When Bridget, out of habit, placed her jandals (flips flops) on the security belt the security officer looked at her and said, “Excuse me miss. Can you please remove your stinky shoes from my clean tray and put them on the floor where they belong?”. Okay buddy, no problem.

Tonight we are going out in Auckland. I am exciting to meet Bridget’s crew and see what the night scene is all about. I here that Kiwis have some pretty epic dance moves. I have been practicing my “running man” all week. Wish me luck.

Day 9,535. On the road again …

Cherrettie