i love my iPad, but I also have so many complaints. If it would just let me upload photos to tumblr (or Facebook) I’d prove that the milky way here is wonderful and much better than at home, ever.
All I will say about Blenheim is that after three miserable nights, we woke up Sunday morning, decided to cut our losses, packed our bags, and started walking towards the next town, 28km away. The best part about Blenheim was leaving— we had our first hitchhiking experience! There we are, our life on our backs stating the name of the city we hope to get to, trying to ignore the rain clouds...
Again, no words. Remember when live journal was cool? I wish I had all those emoticons to choose from. “The struggle for justice doesn’t end with me. This struggle is for all the Troy Davises who came before me and all the ones who will come after me. I’m in good spirits and I’m prayerful and at peace. But I will not stop fighting until I’ve taken my last...
No words to describe..
Oh my gosh. So, I should explain. Kay and I arrived in New Zealand at an awkward time. Not only was it just a few days before the opening ceremonies of the rugby world cup, but it is also sort of “break time” in the vineyard work. As we have not started work yet and I know nothing of vineyards, I can only gather that break time means the plants are done being pruned and thinned, the...
Seeya later, Napier
Well, we are done with Napier (hopefully, fingers crossed). After our action filled first day, we had a little bit more relaxed second day, and by the third day we realized we had done literally everything there was to do in Napier without a car. Seriously, on the third day, after the haka (Maori war dance) flash mob we went to (my first flash mob! But really was more so just a mob than a flash...
If you’re a parent or family member or concerned about safety, you might want to skip this entry. Just sayin’. That was my disclaimer.. Kayla and I arrived in Napier last night around eight pm, and after drinking for the last bit of our eight hour bus ride (thanks, uncle george!), we decided to drop our things at the hostel then head out to find a bar with some food. Turns out there...
Last day in Auckland
Our last day in Auckland, Jackie’s uncle took us out to go see Muriwai beach. We had met Uncle George on Sunday when all of us went to his house for brunch. Immediately upon arrival he gave the kids little all blacks gift bags (all blacks being the name of New Zealand’s rugby team), and even had some presents for Kayla and myself. After having coffee and tea and cakes and chit chatting...
The post-September 11 era has also seen the role of SWAT teams and paramilitary...– Radley Balko - A Decade After 9/11, Police Departments Are Increasingly Militarized | The Huffington Post (via fuckyeahdrugpolicy) Reeeal cool. What a great way to spend government funds, amiright?
What a week
Given that Kayla and I are still recovering from the worst jet lag I’ve ever had, we’ve accomplished quite a lot in this past week. Our second day in Auckland we got our cellphones (0220872901 if you wanna call me), signed up for bank accounts, and registered for our IRD numbers (sort of like our NZ social security numbers, we need them to work). We can’t work until our IRD cards...
Things I would not recommend doing in New Zealand
- Eating Marmite. Some sort of yeast spread that we may or may not have confused as being related to the peanut butter or hazelnut spread it was shelved next to. Maybe it is related. But if so, it is one of those weird inbreeds. Though, since a camera was handy, there are a few funny photos of our reactions; us scraping our tongues with napkins trying to get the awful awful taste out.