This morning I woke up in New Zealand for the first time to the sound of crinkling plastic. One of the girls in the dorm room is packing up her shit... what the fuck? I'm in a dorm? I open my eyes and I'm on the top bunk wearing my bar star clothes. Faaaaak.
My flight from Hong Kong to Auckland was hands down the best flight of my entire life. Not crowded, full of polite people, and my two favourite words in the world: free beer. Friendly attractive stewardesses cruise the aisles with bottles of NZ wine in both hands. Also there wasn't a single baby on the flight - yesss!
Cruise through customs without a problem, hop on a shuttle and find the first people I meet in NZ are an old couple from Victoria. Land at the hostel (Auckland Base) and immediately go on a walk to check out the city. Staring out at the green waters as I was walking along the harbour by the ferry terminals I had a sharp moment of "What the fuck do I do now??" Well, I'd best do what I do best - I headed back to the hostel for a beer in the lounge.
Ended up meeting a bunch of British dudes who are tight with the bar owner, played beer pong with some Germans, met another dude from BC who just arrived as well, headed down to another bar in the hostel for free pizza and ended up getting hella drunk and dancing my head off all night with some hot chicks from Ireland.
I have a week booked here in Auckland so I'll do some Island hopping and touring around but I think I'll get out of the city ASAP, head down to Raglan as planned and then make it down to Wellington to party with the fantastic Alieda and John!!
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