(I´ve added pics of Lake Tekapo above)
Everyone likes to cheer themselves up with tales of other people´s misfortune, so go knock yourself out... (Can´t complain really, I´m still here!)
Travail numero uno (As I´m in Chile I will occasionally drop in bits of Spanish, or at the least English with ´o´ or ´es´ tagged on the end). So we left Queenstown and headed east to Dunedin which is supposed to be Little Edinburgh but only if it was built in a recession by people who had never been to Edinburgh, or architect school, and were idiots. Actually, I´ve met a few people who liked Dunedin, but this isn´t their blog so. We then went onto Lake Tekapo, which was named after a Teletubby, and like so many places on the South Island (I know this must be getting tiring) is ridiculously beautiful. The lake itself is so blue it looks like someone dipped a giant brush covered with blue paint in it. Anyway, I got food poisoning, and was horribly sick both in the hostel and then during a painful bus journey to Christchurch, where...
Travail dos - I realised about 30 hours before my flight that I didn´t fly out of Christchurch at all, but Auckland. For most people this would be a shocking act of stupidity for me the only shocking thing is it took this long to happen, but all´s well that end´s well because...
Travail tres - I got a flight from Christchurch to Auckland at noon on Wednesday. The timing was good because I managed to watch most of Liverpool´s Champion´s League win over Real Madrid (why can´t we perform that well against Middlesbrough?) I waited for a few hours in Auckland before catching a ten-hour flight to Santiago. I sat next to a Chilean guy and tested all six words in my Spanish vocabuary, four were wrong. The glass of Chilean red with the meal was bland, and I thought I liked Chilean reds, jury´s now out. About half way through the flight the crew announced a passenger needed assistance and asked if a doctor or nurse was on board. This was quite disconcerting, but not as much as when they asked for a second time. Finally we arrived at - you guessed it - noon on Wednesday. Why is this a travail - Chilean red, bad Spanish, ill passenger? No. This will probably be the only day in my life I get to ´do over´, and that´s how I spent it.
Travail numero uno (As I´m in Chile I will occasionally drop in bits of Spanish, or at the least English with ´o´ or ´es´ tagged on the end). So we left Queenstown and headed east to Dunedin which is supposed to be Little Edinburgh but only if it was built in a recession by people who had never been to Edinburgh, or architect school, and were idiots. Actually, I´ve met a few people who liked Dunedin, but this isn´t their blog so. We then went onto Lake Tekapo, which was named after a Teletubby, and like so many places on the South Island (I know this must be getting tiring) is ridiculously beautiful. The lake itself is so blue it looks like someone dipped a giant brush covered with blue paint in it. Anyway, I got food poisoning, and was horribly sick both in the hostel and then during a painful bus journey to Christchurch, where...
Travail dos - I realised about 30 hours before my flight that I didn´t fly out of Christchurch at all, but Auckland. For most people this would be a shocking act of stupidity for me the only shocking thing is it took this long to happen, but all´s well that end´s well because...
Travail tres - I got a flight from Christchurch to Auckland at noon on Wednesday. The timing was good because I managed to watch most of Liverpool´s Champion´s League win over Real Madrid (why can´t we perform that well against Middlesbrough?) I waited for a few hours in Auckland before catching a ten-hour flight to Santiago. I sat next to a Chilean guy and tested all six words in my Spanish vocabuary, four were wrong. The glass of Chilean red with the meal was bland, and I thought I liked Chilean reds, jury´s now out. About half way through the flight the crew announced a passenger needed assistance and asked if a doctor or nurse was on board. This was quite disconcerting, but not as much as when they asked for a second time. Finally we arrived at - you guessed it - noon on Wednesday. Why is this a travail - Chilean red, bad Spanish, ill passenger? No. This will probably be the only day in my life I get to ´do over´, and that´s how I spent it.
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