And here we are in Wellington.
The drive was thankfully uneventful. Betty heartily chugged along the entire 9 hours, against my fears of her turning out to be a flakey lemon. We lucked out with the weather and had blue skies for the entire drive, so I sat myself in the passenger seat, let Bjorn drive, and took in the scenery.
And, oh, the scenery. The first several hours of the drive were mostly farmland. Sheep, sheep, and more sheep. And red deer. And cows. There are small towns everywhere along the way, and if I understand things correctly, the majority of New Zealanders live in small towns. (Auckland is a whopping 1 million people, but NZ as a whole is only 4 million. So that means that the remaining 3 million are spread out, which means there is a lot of green space in NZ.)
Interstate number one lead us all the way down the heart of the north island. About halfway, we hit Taupo, a little resort town situated on a huge lake with a perfectly-shaped volcano behind it. (I feel certain that Bjorn is the only friend I have who is interested in Lord of the Rings trivia, but...if any of you are interested, this volcano, Mount Tongariro, IS Mount Doom in the movies. Oh boy.) We had a picnic dinner of peanut butter and banana sandwiches while sitting out by the lake, watching skydivers plummet through the skies above us, and marvelling at the gorgeous mountains around us.
We pulled Betty into a campsite around 8 PM. There were no other cars or campers, though I could hear what sounded like a large river running close by, along with lots of shrieking birds. It was almost completely dark. I am NOT going to be a wus, I told myself. No way. There is nothing to be scared of. We are in the middle of nowhereland, NZ. They don't have boogeymen in NZ. Well, instead of actually pitching the tent, we decided to set up camp inside the car. So we pulled out the middle seat, spread our sleeping mats and bags down and hoped sleep would come. I was actually quite comfortable and slept pretty well. Betty kept us nice and toasty, though it must have been a very cold night - there was frost on the grass the next morning!
But now, at least we know sleeping in the car CAN be done, and fairly comfortably and safely. And...cheaply! We saved ourselves so much money by not staying in a hostel that we decided to splurge and enjoy a lovely McDonald's breakfast a few miles down the road on Monday. Yum, yum.
So we arrived in Wellington around noon on Monday, just before the rain.
Side note: It's amazing to me what weather does for a person's (this person's) disposition. The rain greeting me in Wellington made me feel CERTAIN that Wellington was not going to be a good place for us to try to settle down. We made a trip to the grocery store in the rain and by the time we got home, I had knotted myself into a tight little wad of fury. The wind was relentless, blowing the cold rain up in my face - this is NOT what I signed up for! On top of the weather, our initial pokings into the job search were not positive. I had gone into this knowing I was going to end up with some kind of crap job, far beneath my ability level, but there weren't even crap jobs turning up.
What were we doing? I wondered. Had we made this HUGE mistake? Was I going to run out of money and have to turn up back at home shamefaced and with nothing to do? My everyday self could have talked myself out of this line of thinking, could've lead myself away from the scaries and the negatives. But, on a rainy day...the scaries got the better of me.
Worse still, hoping that Tuesday morning would greet me with sunshine and a fresh page, I woke to the sound of furious winds knocking the windows and rain pouring down. STILL! Pouring!
We couldn't go out (or wouldn't, I'm not sure which), which made me feel totally unproductive. We are NEVER going to get a job at THIS rate, I thought, miserably watching the rain from the TV room of the hostel. My life is a mess. What a disaster I have made.
Luckily, I've got Bjorn here, who watches me burying myself in these ugly places and pulls me out. It's just a little rain, he says. I didn't realize you weren't going to be able to handle a little rain every now and then. And then I remember, oh yes, I cannot control things like this! Better to just accept that it is going to be a lazy day and...be lazy.
The sun came out yesterday afternoon, so we were able to get out and do a bit of exploring around the city. And we sat down at the internet for a long while and applied for jobs, which felt good. Getting somewhere!
I'm feeling torn about the job situation. I can easily get myself a temporary office job here. Data entry, administrative work, whatever. You name it, I have done it. I can do it. We can sit here in Wellington for the next three months, and I can go into an office every day, and I can make money and save it up so we can go spend it all in January, when the weather is warmer. But, hmmmm...Did I come to New Zealand to do office work? I just can't stomach that idea.
So we have contacted a few dairy farms. And we've registered with WWOOF (Willing Workers on Organic Farms). Even if I can't really MAKE any money, at least I'll walk away with an experience, right? So, we'll see what turns up.
I have had a lovely sightseeing day today. Got a tour of Parliament today, took the cable car up to the Botanic Gardens, wandered through the gardens, people watching and admiring the flowers. Enjoying the beautiful spring day.
And so things are looking up. Things will work out, one way or another. Not having a plan WAS the plan, so we're just going to take it one day at a time, see what happens, and go with it. And, oh yes, hope it doesn't rain too much.
Love you all.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Photos
One more thing...Here's a few pictures from this last week. Hopefully they will explain a bit of what we have been up to, since I haven't written about it (I know, I know...)
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Blue Betty Blue
Now, getting on with things.
Bjorn and I became proud parents yesterday. We are the new owners of a baby blue 1994 Mitsubishi Magna station wagon. Betty, as we have named her, is a good car. Gooood car, we tell her, as we pet her. (Okay, that's just me.)
We got out on the streets of Auckland early yesterday morning to get ourselves down to the City Car Fair, which occurs every Saturday from 9 AM to 1 PM. People pay a small fee to park their cars in a big parking lot and let people like us come look at them. It was a small showing. They had one row for cars under $3,000, one row for cars over $3,000, and one row for camper vans.
Bjorn fell in love with Betty at first sight. He truly did. She had a sticker in her front window that boasted an economical $1650 price, she had a stick shift, she had curves and a big, round, station-wagony bottom, and the killer, she was a shiny baby blue color. He walked around her, asked the owner a few questions, but I could see in his eyes - he was a smitten kitten.
Let's walk around and look at the other cars, I said. And we did, half-heartedly. That one's too expensive, Bjorn said. That one's too white, Bjorn said. That one's missing the driver's side mirror, Bjorn said. Bjorn looped back around to Betty. This one is just such a nice color, he said.
I rolled my eyes and said, super. Fine. Let's take her for a drive. So we did. The owner made me sit in the passenger seat in the front, much to my dismay. They drive on the wrong side of the road here, and well, it's scary. And with Bjorn behind the wheel of the car... It's not that I don't trust his driving skills, but he hadn't driven on the wrong side of the road since the last time he was here three years ago. But I fastened my safety belt and dug my nails into poor Betty's seats and hoped for the best.
Bjorn did very well. But it was quite funny to watch him reach for the stick shift with his right hand and grab the door, only to realize that, oh yes, it's on his left side now. And every time he tried to turn his turn signal on, he flicked the windshield wipers. They're on opposite sides, too.
We drove her around the block a couple of times, and then out onto the interstate, across the bridge to Devenport and back. And well, we were sold. We pulled back into the lot, shook hands with the owner, then went to the cash machine to get out an enormous wad of twenties. Done deal. We paid $1600 NZ, which is about $1100 US. Not too bad!
She was Betty from the moment we saw her, but Bjorn's calling her Betty Blue and I'm calling her Blue Betty. Can't agree on everything!
So. This afternoon after lunch, Betty is taking us to Wellington. It's about 9 hours south of Auckland, on the very southernmost tip of the north island, but we are going to stop about halfway through tonight and camp...somewhere. Ohhhh boy! Then we will hopefully settle ourselves down in Wellington, assuming we can find a place to stay and jobs. Hopefully, hopefully.
It's been a hectic few days here, lots of odds and ends to get tied up before we can work and own cars, but we are getting there, bit by bit. And now that we've got Betty, good things are surely ahead. More soon. Much love.
Bjorn and I became proud parents yesterday. We are the new owners of a baby blue 1994 Mitsubishi Magna station wagon. Betty, as we have named her, is a good car. Gooood car, we tell her, as we pet her. (Okay, that's just me.)
We got out on the streets of Auckland early yesterday morning to get ourselves down to the City Car Fair, which occurs every Saturday from 9 AM to 1 PM. People pay a small fee to park their cars in a big parking lot and let people like us come look at them. It was a small showing. They had one row for cars under $3,000, one row for cars over $3,000, and one row for camper vans.
Bjorn fell in love with Betty at first sight. He truly did. She had a sticker in her front window that boasted an economical $1650 price, she had a stick shift, she had curves and a big, round, station-wagony bottom, and the killer, she was a shiny baby blue color. He walked around her, asked the owner a few questions, but I could see in his eyes - he was a smitten kitten.
Let's walk around and look at the other cars, I said. And we did, half-heartedly. That one's too expensive, Bjorn said. That one's too white, Bjorn said. That one's missing the driver's side mirror, Bjorn said. Bjorn looped back around to Betty. This one is just such a nice color, he said.
I rolled my eyes and said, super. Fine. Let's take her for a drive. So we did. The owner made me sit in the passenger seat in the front, much to my dismay. They drive on the wrong side of the road here, and well, it's scary. And with Bjorn behind the wheel of the car... It's not that I don't trust his driving skills, but he hadn't driven on the wrong side of the road since the last time he was here three years ago. But I fastened my safety belt and dug my nails into poor Betty's seats and hoped for the best.
Bjorn did very well. But it was quite funny to watch him reach for the stick shift with his right hand and grab the door, only to realize that, oh yes, it's on his left side now. And every time he tried to turn his turn signal on, he flicked the windshield wipers. They're on opposite sides, too.
We drove her around the block a couple of times, and then out onto the interstate, across the bridge to Devenport and back. And well, we were sold. We pulled back into the lot, shook hands with the owner, then went to the cash machine to get out an enormous wad of twenties. Done deal. We paid $1600 NZ, which is about $1100 US. Not too bad!
She was Betty from the moment we saw her, but Bjorn's calling her Betty Blue and I'm calling her Blue Betty. Can't agree on everything!
So. This afternoon after lunch, Betty is taking us to Wellington. It's about 9 hours south of Auckland, on the very southernmost tip of the north island, but we are going to stop about halfway through tonight and camp...somewhere. Ohhhh boy! Then we will hopefully settle ourselves down in Wellington, assuming we can find a place to stay and jobs. Hopefully, hopefully.
It's been a hectic few days here, lots of odds and ends to get tied up before we can work and own cars, but we are getting there, bit by bit. And now that we've got Betty, good things are surely ahead. More soon. Much love.
Maggie
My grandmother, Maggie, passed away on Thursday. I have tried to write this into my blog over the last couple of days, but it just felt strained and stretched and unnatural. But it must be written about. Or at least said.
My grandmother passed away, and aside from the most obvious loss of her, I am also feeling the loss of being able to go through this with my mother and the rest of my family. You get an email from your mother telling you about what happened, you cry, you mourn, and then you step outside, and you're in...Auckland, New Zealand. And trying to relate that to anything in your back-home life just doesn't work.
So you walk down the street for a few minutes and suddenly, it's like it didn't happen at all. The sadness, the facts, have slipped into some nowhere place in your head. Some space where you put things that you don't get or don't want to get. And you call home because you want to call home and you want to be there for your mom, but when she's on the line, she feels a million miles away. And she is.
And you try to think about your family during the day and wonder what they're doing. The extended family has come into town, your brother has flown in. Everyone is gathering, but where are you? What are you doing?
Living your life, I guess, is what you are doing. But what a loss - to not be able to grieve with your loved ones. To not be able to support from the other side of the world. To hope that they know that you're thinking about them all the time.
The bright shiny part of all of this is that I was able to say goodbye to Maggie. I was able to tell her everything I wanted to tell her. I sat with her for a long time last Thursday, before I left Nashville. And I reminded her that I was leaving again, and we both knew what that meant. And she said, Thank you. Those were her last words to me. She understood.
I won't try to write a tribute to her here. It would take me weeks to put something like that together for someone like her. But I had to mention it. Because it's part of this trip. And it's one of the reasons that people don't take trips like this. What if...? But you can't say what if. I can't say what if, at least. So we keep going, hoping we've made the right decisions and doing our best. That is all I can do.
Much love.
My grandmother passed away, and aside from the most obvious loss of her, I am also feeling the loss of being able to go through this with my mother and the rest of my family. You get an email from your mother telling you about what happened, you cry, you mourn, and then you step outside, and you're in...Auckland, New Zealand. And trying to relate that to anything in your back-home life just doesn't work.
So you walk down the street for a few minutes and suddenly, it's like it didn't happen at all. The sadness, the facts, have slipped into some nowhere place in your head. Some space where you put things that you don't get or don't want to get. And you call home because you want to call home and you want to be there for your mom, but when she's on the line, she feels a million miles away. And she is.
And you try to think about your family during the day and wonder what they're doing. The extended family has come into town, your brother has flown in. Everyone is gathering, but where are you? What are you doing?
Living your life, I guess, is what you are doing. But what a loss - to not be able to grieve with your loved ones. To not be able to support from the other side of the world. To hope that they know that you're thinking about them all the time.
The bright shiny part of all of this is that I was able to say goodbye to Maggie. I was able to tell her everything I wanted to tell her. I sat with her for a long time last Thursday, before I left Nashville. And I reminded her that I was leaving again, and we both knew what that meant. And she said, Thank you. Those were her last words to me. She understood.
I won't try to write a tribute to her here. It would take me weeks to put something like that together for someone like her. But I had to mention it. Because it's part of this trip. And it's one of the reasons that people don't take trips like this. What if...? But you can't say what if. I can't say what if, at least. So we keep going, hoping we've made the right decisions and doing our best. That is all I can do.
Much love.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
On the Road...Again
Well, my friends, here I am again. On the road again. Most of you already know the story of why and of what I am doing this time. For those of you that don’t, here’s a short summary:
My traveling companion-turned-boyfriend, Bjorn, had just left for Sweden when I last wrote. We had a big pow-wow before parting, and agreed that we wanted to stay together, knowing it was slightly insane and totally impractical. That staying together was going to entail a summer’s worth of time apart, not to mention, where would we meet up again? Would he move to the United States? Would I move to Sweden? Was anyone ready to be MOVING to another country? Well, why don’t we just take another trip? we said. Why don’t we go somewhere that is neither your country nor mine, and why don’t we try to go somewhere we can both work and live and try to have some semblance of a normal life? Why don’t we…go to New Zealand?!
I’ve told this story so many times over the past few months. It’s annoying and exhausted, but it’s the truth. It’s still seems slightly insane and totally impractical, but that makes it completely wonderful. The outcome is not known, the path is not clear. It’s a real leap of faith. So, we shall see!
It’s 7:15 AM here on Monday morning. My family and friends in Nashville are an unbelievable 17 hours behind me, which makes it 2:15 PM on Sunday afternoon for them. Is that crazy? It is crazy. This time difference makes me feel like I have traveled to a different planet altogether. It’s so odd to think of your family and wonder what they’re doing and realize that they’re not even living the same DAY as you are.
And the jet lag is real. We arrived on Saturday afternoon around 1 PM after a 28 hour journey. Four hours in the plane from Nashville to LA, four hours in the LA airport, 10 hours in the plane from LA to Fiji, 5 hours in the Fiji airport, and finally 3 hours in the plane from Fiji to Auckland. It sounds like hell, but it was somehow not so bad. But we SKIPPED an entire day in the process! We left Nashville on Thursday evening and arrived in Fiji in the early hours of their Saturday morning.
My body doesn’t know what to do with itself. After we arrived, we fought to stay awake til an early 8 PM, hoping that falling asleep in the evening and waking up in the morning would get us right on schedule. Well, it sort of worked. But I’ve woken up at 3 AM both mornings so far, feeling pretty keyed up and ready to get the day going.
I feel like I am on drugs in the evenings. Starting about 7 PM I just sort of turn off. My mind turns to mush and I feel like I am in a wakeful sleep. Or living a dream. I’m not sure. It’s very bizarre. But the mornings are good. And I know that it will just take a while to get adjusted. That’s just part of it.
Aside from the jet lag issues, I feel like I am just about the luckiest person on the planet. It’s spring here. The loveliest of springs. We were wandering through a park yesterday, and we said to each other at about the same time, this is absurd! The beauty of the flowers and the trees feels surreal. It’s some odd suburban tropical paradise. It’s like Nashville meets Hawaii meets San Francisco (even though I’ve never been to Hawaii or San Francisco – I am certain of this). Bjorn said he felt guilty, getting spring right after summer, and that’s pretty close to what I am feeling. Do I really get to do this? After six months in South America? I feel guilty. But I’m going to get over that quickly, I have a feeling.
We had a typical tourist day yesterday. We climbed up Mt. Eden yesterday morning. It’s more of a hill than a mount, but I guess technically it’s a volcano, with a huge crater at the top. Regardless, it’s a lovely viewing point of the whole city.
Auckland is situated on a bay that leads out to the South Pacific Ocean. The downtown area itself sits right on the bay, and then the suburban areas sprawl out behind it. It’s a fairly small city – only 1 million people – and it feels much more like Nashville than New York or Buenos Aires. Lots of quiet residential areas, beautiful houses with large green lawns, sidewalks, trees, parks. It also feel very cosmopolitan, though. There is a large Asian presence/influence here, as well as the obvious British influence (NZ is a colony), so the downtown area feels like some everyman’s city. Like the quintessential city. It feels very familiar and un-foreign, but it also feels totally removed from the rest of the world somehow. I think I just left the world. I keep saying that to Bjorn. He thinks I am loco.
So we hit Mount Eden yesterday, the Auckland Museum, wandered around the downtown area, sat by the harbor and drank coffee. It was a lovely first day.
We are slowly formulating a “plan”. We are going to hang around the Auckland area this week, do a couple of side trips to the surrounding islands, and go to the City Car Fair on Saturday. Oh boy! That is correct, we are going to buy a car. It’s the only way to travel around here, so we are told (and according to Bjorn, who has been here before). People buy station wagons and camper vans and drive around with mattresses in the backseat. I want to travel around and sleep in my car at night! Sounds so...hippie-ish and fun.
We are then going to drive ourselves down to Wellington, try to find jobs and an apartment, and hang out down there for a couple of months. Then, we will have the whole summer to play. This plan is, as always, subject to change.
So. It’s 8 AM here now. I’m juiced up. We’re taking a ferry out to Rongitoto island, which was created only 600 years ago by a volcano eruption! We’ll do some hiking and then return later this afternoon.
On the road again…thank goodness.
My traveling companion-turned-boyfriend, Bjorn, had just left for Sweden when I last wrote. We had a big pow-wow before parting, and agreed that we wanted to stay together, knowing it was slightly insane and totally impractical. That staying together was going to entail a summer’s worth of time apart, not to mention, where would we meet up again? Would he move to the United States? Would I move to Sweden? Was anyone ready to be MOVING to another country? Well, why don’t we just take another trip? we said. Why don’t we go somewhere that is neither your country nor mine, and why don’t we try to go somewhere we can both work and live and try to have some semblance of a normal life? Why don’t we…go to New Zealand?!
I’ve told this story so many times over the past few months. It’s annoying and exhausted, but it’s the truth. It’s still seems slightly insane and totally impractical, but that makes it completely wonderful. The outcome is not known, the path is not clear. It’s a real leap of faith. So, we shall see!
It’s 7:15 AM here on Monday morning. My family and friends in Nashville are an unbelievable 17 hours behind me, which makes it 2:15 PM on Sunday afternoon for them. Is that crazy? It is crazy. This time difference makes me feel like I have traveled to a different planet altogether. It’s so odd to think of your family and wonder what they’re doing and realize that they’re not even living the same DAY as you are.
And the jet lag is real. We arrived on Saturday afternoon around 1 PM after a 28 hour journey. Four hours in the plane from Nashville to LA, four hours in the LA airport, 10 hours in the plane from LA to Fiji, 5 hours in the Fiji airport, and finally 3 hours in the plane from Fiji to Auckland. It sounds like hell, but it was somehow not so bad. But we SKIPPED an entire day in the process! We left Nashville on Thursday evening and arrived in Fiji in the early hours of their Saturday morning.
My body doesn’t know what to do with itself. After we arrived, we fought to stay awake til an early 8 PM, hoping that falling asleep in the evening and waking up in the morning would get us right on schedule. Well, it sort of worked. But I’ve woken up at 3 AM both mornings so far, feeling pretty keyed up and ready to get the day going.
I feel like I am on drugs in the evenings. Starting about 7 PM I just sort of turn off. My mind turns to mush and I feel like I am in a wakeful sleep. Or living a dream. I’m not sure. It’s very bizarre. But the mornings are good. And I know that it will just take a while to get adjusted. That’s just part of it.
Aside from the jet lag issues, I feel like I am just about the luckiest person on the planet. It’s spring here. The loveliest of springs. We were wandering through a park yesterday, and we said to each other at about the same time, this is absurd! The beauty of the flowers and the trees feels surreal. It’s some odd suburban tropical paradise. It’s like Nashville meets Hawaii meets San Francisco (even though I’ve never been to Hawaii or San Francisco – I am certain of this). Bjorn said he felt guilty, getting spring right after summer, and that’s pretty close to what I am feeling. Do I really get to do this? After six months in South America? I feel guilty. But I’m going to get over that quickly, I have a feeling.
We had a typical tourist day yesterday. We climbed up Mt. Eden yesterday morning. It’s more of a hill than a mount, but I guess technically it’s a volcano, with a huge crater at the top. Regardless, it’s a lovely viewing point of the whole city.
Auckland is situated on a bay that leads out to the South Pacific Ocean. The downtown area itself sits right on the bay, and then the suburban areas sprawl out behind it. It’s a fairly small city – only 1 million people – and it feels much more like Nashville than New York or Buenos Aires. Lots of quiet residential areas, beautiful houses with large green lawns, sidewalks, trees, parks. It also feel very cosmopolitan, though. There is a large Asian presence/influence here, as well as the obvious British influence (NZ is a colony), so the downtown area feels like some everyman’s city. Like the quintessential city. It feels very familiar and un-foreign, but it also feels totally removed from the rest of the world somehow. I think I just left the world. I keep saying that to Bjorn. He thinks I am loco.
So we hit Mount Eden yesterday, the Auckland Museum, wandered around the downtown area, sat by the harbor and drank coffee. It was a lovely first day.
We are slowly formulating a “plan”. We are going to hang around the Auckland area this week, do a couple of side trips to the surrounding islands, and go to the City Car Fair on Saturday. Oh boy! That is correct, we are going to buy a car. It’s the only way to travel around here, so we are told (and according to Bjorn, who has been here before). People buy station wagons and camper vans and drive around with mattresses in the backseat. I want to travel around and sleep in my car at night! Sounds so...hippie-ish and fun.
We are then going to drive ourselves down to Wellington, try to find jobs and an apartment, and hang out down there for a couple of months. Then, we will have the whole summer to play. This plan is, as always, subject to change.
So. It’s 8 AM here now. I’m juiced up. We’re taking a ferry out to Rongitoto island, which was created only 600 years ago by a volcano eruption! We’ll do some hiking and then return later this afternoon.
On the road again…thank goodness.
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