Throughout my travels in New Zealand I've said things like "how much joy can the human heart handle?" and "This is so amazing, I'm going to party and live in New Zealand forever!!!" but like all things, what goes up must come down.
Leaving Queenstown this morning, I said what I imagine are my last goodbyes to Frosty, Matty and James (the English lads), Myrna and Luna (the Dutch Girlz), Camilla and Kirstine (the Great Danes/ Scandahooligans), the Scottish lads and all the folks from my South Island bus. Almost all of these characters will be in Sydney for New Years, and I'll be in the vicinity as well as I'll be there with Aussie Ryan in less than 2 weeks.***
This last Kiwi bus crew got pretty tight, and not just in the sense that everyone was hooking up with everyone, but there have been a lot of "no, I really really love you" kind of conversations going on in the last 48 hours. It's incredible how much bonding can take place in the space of a week, especially when you consider that you eat, sleep, party, chill, bungy etc. together for every waking moment. Like the longest first date evar. As I said to one of the 19 year old boys who was telling me about how much he loves one of the girls, the Kiwi bus gives you just enough time to fall in love with someone but not enough to learn to hate them.
Between the savage drinking that took place in Queenstown and a lovely deep chest cough I developed today, I think I'm ready for the Pray section in this Eat Pray Love Adventure. Although I planned to only stay in Christchurch for a day, I think I'll chill here a little longer with Nicole, a really rad Dutch girl from the bus. Museums and parks are good for the soul, and Christchurch has more doctors and clinics than Kaikoura in case this cold goes tubercular. Once I no longer sound like a barking seal I'll head North for my last destination on the Kiwi bus circuit and swim with some dolphins.
*** aaaaaw yeah!! ><
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