Ferry Spontaneous

Sitting in the Nelson ferry terminal waiting to leave for Wellington, I struck up a conversation with a guy sitting at the next table. Tim, a Kiwi engineering student, was traveling home after a week of visiting friends in Nelson. We spent the ferry ride talking, and, despite his claim that he hates the American accent, he invited me to stay at his apartment in Petone, a Wellington suburb. So I did. I became very good friends with both Tim and Dave the Futon, happy to spend time with a real live Kiwi...and don't worry, Dad, I kept my can of pepper spray easily accessible in case of any stranger danger vibes.

At one point we watched Bridesmaids (freaking fantastic movie), and Tim said my accent became stronger after listening to Americans for two hours. And my mother told me over Skype that I sound less New Jersey. Apparently my accent has changed :O

Originally I planned to take a bus up to Auckland through Taupo, a total of like a zillion hours on a big smelly bus. On a whim yesterday I checked flight prices, discovered that flying from Wellington to Auckland is real cheap, and booked a ticket for the following morning.

Now I'm in Auckland after the quickest flight of my life, with a week to visit all my Auckland/Waiheke friends before flying home.


Just some food for thought...