Auckland

We left the heat of Fiji and I am pretty sure Robin’s words were something along the lines of “perhaps we should follow winter instead, I don’t like the heat and humidity.” Well, when we stepped off the plane in Auckland, Robin’s wish came true. Instead of the 90 degree sticky weather, it was now 61 degrees and POURING with rain.

Luckily, the weather cleared up quickly and next day we were able to rent bikes and explore the city on the wrong side of the rode, which made things even more exciting.

Among the sites we explored were Eden Park, the world cup rugby stadium and the William Webb Ellis Cup, just three days prior to the final match.

After a night in a hostel with the world’s loudest snoring people we decided that for the second and final night we should run ourselves to the ground and get pissed with a branch of Auckland Hash House Harriers. Totally loved it, and many thanks to Drag Queen for the hospitality.

So far the people in NZ are EXTREMELY nice. If you pull out a map or look lost, it takes about 12 seconds before a Kiwi asks if you need help, for example, were on a bus that stopped at a stop with two confused girls who just missed their bus. The driver said “jump on and I will catch your bus and you can transfer to it.” And that is just what he did. He radioed the bus in front to tell the bus that he had two passengers for him, and in 5 minutes, the two girls were on the right bus. It is amazing how welcoming the country is to foreigners. So far most people think we are from Canada and one surprised English bloke from London said we had surprisingly gentle accents for Americans, like omg!?