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May. 19th, 2009 07:26 pmI hate the hostel I'm in now. Hatehatehate. My room smells of guy, is a total dump, the lounge is tiny and open to the reception so it doesn't actually feel like a lounge, the bathrooms are both tiny and have only two showers, one of which doesn't even have a door but only a curtain which not even the hostels I've really disliked so far have stooped to. It's a five minute walk from town so I've already had to carry my backpack up the hill here (not an easy task these days with the sheer amount of crap I've picked up), will have to walk down tomorrow at 6:50am to catch my bus to Milford Sound and then again a couple of days after that to catch my Magic bus onto Dunedin, complete with all my stuff again. I stayed in the YHA last night because I got to Queenstown a day early and it was the easiest place to book; not only could I get the wireless in my room (a lot cheaper than here where it's six fucking dollars for an hour) but we had an ensuite and I had two absolutely awesome girls in the four-bed room with me. I wish I'd booked the whole time there.
Because ironically, this is the hostel I've liked least (almost; the Base in Auckland is a very close second, with my one in Franz Josef fetching up in third) in all New Zealand... and I'm here for the longest. Four sodding nights. Bah.
On the plus side I'm gone all day tomorrow (literally like 6:50am until something like 7pm and then I'll stop for dinner on the way back, so at least 8pm if I can't drag it out longer. Starbucks here is open until 11pm...) and the day after from about 8:20am until I think around 5pm for my horse riding. The day after... I will find a reason not to be here. Maybe visit Arrowtown, which is where they filmed the Ford of Bruinen in LotR. It's pretty close and apparently nice. And is not my hostel. Win win!
And in better news (because I'm thinking I've reached the point of being travelled-out. I want my bed and my space and a room that doesn't smell of guy. Seriously) after this I will be on my last week in NZ and then I can head back to Australia and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
irradiatedsoup and chickybee32 who (uh, I'm fairly sure anyway...) will not charge me for internet usage so I can download the latest podcast of GNW that is taunting me and squee and hang out in an actual house that is not a hostel. Okay, so I have to fly to Alice Springs and sleep in a hostel for...three nights, plus two nights out in the Outback IN A FRICKIN SLEEPING BAG (my brain is still sitting back and going 'THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU MAKE DECISIONS WITHOUT ME, JESUS EFFIN CHRIST') but as that is my Last Actual Insane Tourist Thingy before I go home, I'm figuring I can suck it up and deal. I was going to leave Beaver the Laptop with irradiatedsoup while I was out there but it occurred to me yesterday that I only have an 80 picture memory card for my camera. I've coped so far by putting everything immediately onto the Beaver, sometimes in a mad rush so I can take a perfect picture before the bus goes round a corner, but if I didn't have him with me... so I may have a buy a little laptop case for him and take him out to Uluru. He's going to be a very well travelled little netbook by the time I get him home. Especially since I'll then probably take him up to Newcastle and down to London with me too, just 'cause. He's been my absolute favourite thing that I've brought with me. I think I'd pine without him now.
Speaking of Newcastle, I need to buy another train ticket. Sigh. And email thetrainline asking if I can actually get my freaking return ticket without my card. -_-
Also also also, just before I go and to end on a positive note? I loooooooove Queenstown. It's tucked away by a lake and when you look up, you're surrounded by immense mountains covered in trees and snow. Plus it's the first NZ town I've come across with actually personality and some stone buildings and streets that come anything near quaint. But mostly I love the snow-covered mountains. Every time I think about how much I dislike my hostel, I can just look up and go "...Wwooooooowwwww."
(Which clearly means they should've made my hostel OUT OF GLASS and then I wouldn't care so much that I hate it. Hm.)
OH. OH. AND. The first news I've seen on TV in like a month, was ROGER WINNING. And then WIMBLEDON'S NEW ROOF. Seriously, I turned on the TV yesterday going "TV! I LOVE TV!" and that's what I got. Sweet as!
...I bought a top that says 'sweet as' today and has a definition underneath. Best. Saying. Ever.)
Because ironically, this is the hostel I've liked least (almost; the Base in Auckland is a very close second, with my one in Franz Josef fetching up in third) in all New Zealand... and I'm here for the longest. Four sodding nights. Bah.
On the plus side I'm gone all day tomorrow (literally like 6:50am until something like 7pm and then I'll stop for dinner on the way back, so at least 8pm if I can't drag it out longer. Starbucks here is open until 11pm...) and the day after from about 8:20am until I think around 5pm for my horse riding. The day after... I will find a reason not to be here. Maybe visit Arrowtown, which is where they filmed the Ford of Bruinen in LotR. It's pretty close and apparently nice. And is not my hostel. Win win!
And in better news (because I'm thinking I've reached the point of being travelled-out. I want my bed and my space and a room that doesn't smell of guy. Seriously) after this I will be on my last week in NZ and then I can head back to Australia and
irradiatedsoup and chickybee32 who (uh, I'm fairly sure anyway...) will not charge me for internet usage so I can download the latest podcast of GNW that is taunting me and squee and hang out in an actual house that is not a hostel. Okay, so I have to fly to Alice Springs and sleep in a hostel for...three nights, plus two nights out in the Outback IN A FRICKIN SLEEPING BAG (my brain is still sitting back and going 'THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU MAKE DECISIONS WITHOUT ME, JESUS EFFIN CHRIST') but as that is my Last Actual Insane Tourist Thingy before I go home, I'm figuring I can suck it up and deal. I was going to leave Beaver the Laptop with irradiatedsoup while I was out there but it occurred to me yesterday that I only have an 80 picture memory card for my camera. I've coped so far by putting everything immediately onto the Beaver, sometimes in a mad rush so I can take a perfect picture before the bus goes round a corner, but if I didn't have him with me... so I may have a buy a little laptop case for him and take him out to Uluru. He's going to be a very well travelled little netbook by the time I get him home. Especially since I'll then probably take him up to Newcastle and down to London with me too, just 'cause. He's been my absolute favourite thing that I've brought with me. I think I'd pine without him now.Speaking of Newcastle, I need to buy another train ticket. Sigh. And email thetrainline asking if I can actually get my freaking return ticket without my card. -_-
Also also also, just before I go and to end on a positive note? I loooooooove Queenstown. It's tucked away by a lake and when you look up, you're surrounded by immense mountains covered in trees and snow. Plus it's the first NZ town I've come across with actually personality and some stone buildings and streets that come anything near quaint. But mostly I love the snow-covered mountains. Every time I think about how much I dislike my hostel, I can just look up and go "...Wwooooooowwwww."
(Which clearly means they should've made my hostel OUT OF GLASS and then I wouldn't care so much that I hate it. Hm.)
OH. OH. AND. The first news I've seen on TV in like a month, was ROGER WINNING. And then WIMBLEDON'S NEW ROOF. Seriously, I turned on the TV yesterday going "TV! I LOVE TV!" and that's what I got. Sweet as!
...I bought a top that says 'sweet as' today and has a definition underneath. Best. Saying. Ever.)
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