20 Hours
After re-packing and saying goodbye to Stace (Phil was at work), I drove through Wellington in the dark from Phil and Stace's to Glens - which is close to the airport.
The drive was interesting, I took half a million wrong turns and ended up on the same streets going in different directions and in different lanes - would have been quite comical to watch if I wasnt so frustrated!
Glen was away so it was just me. I got up at 3:30am for my 6:15am flight. The whole flight was quite uneventful, except that my baggage was over weight (already!)!
I arrived at 8:15am local time - uptime 7 hours already. Meet Dylan in town (it is Easter so everyone is off work and nothing really is open) and caught the tram to his apartment.
Really nice place, quite close to town, 2 bedroom deal in a block of 8 units surrounding a courtyard. He shares the flat (plutonicly) with Ana - a curious 24 year old social worker whos cullernary skills extend to beef 2 minute noodles and "cooking icecream" - which as defined by Ana: "cooking refers to food preparation, so therefore preparing icecream to eat is cooking" - see, she can cook!
Dylan and Ana gets on well with the other residents - Marnie(19) and Lloyd(19) (plutonicly) live upstairs and are good value. They seem to be more flatmates that apartment-complex-mates. It seems that mixed sex flats are in vogue here. The other residents are friendly, the whole place has a livey vibe and is quite "Melrose Place"ish.
So anyway the sun was out and thankfully Dylan had prepared with 2 dozen Becks and being as thirsty as I was, we got stuck in some time between 11am and 3pm - 15 hours uptime. At somepoint Ana and Marnie quietly joined in. By 9pm - I had crashed. The tiredness, artifical jet-lag (the whole being up since 1am local time), and booze (I bought some Absolut Vodka duty free too) finally got me - 20 hours later, i was proud of that effort!
I slept well.
The drive was interesting, I took half a million wrong turns and ended up on the same streets going in different directions and in different lanes - would have been quite comical to watch if I wasnt so frustrated!
Glen was away so it was just me. I got up at 3:30am for my 6:15am flight. The whole flight was quite uneventful, except that my baggage was over weight (already!)!
I arrived at 8:15am local time - uptime 7 hours already. Meet Dylan in town (it is Easter so everyone is off work and nothing really is open) and caught the tram to his apartment.
Really nice place, quite close to town, 2 bedroom deal in a block of 8 units surrounding a courtyard. He shares the flat (plutonicly) with Ana - a curious 24 year old social worker whos cullernary skills extend to beef 2 minute noodles and "cooking icecream" - which as defined by Ana: "cooking refers to food preparation, so therefore preparing icecream to eat is cooking" - see, she can cook!
Dylan and Ana gets on well with the other residents - Marnie(19) and Lloyd(19) (plutonicly) live upstairs and are good value. They seem to be more flatmates that apartment-complex-mates. It seems that mixed sex flats are in vogue here. The other residents are friendly, the whole place has a livey vibe and is quite "Melrose Place"ish.
I slept well.
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