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I DID NOT FALL OFF. Even when my horse (who, for hill2k and dukedee, was called The Fonz) decided there were gremlins living in the hill and tried to dump me and take off.

Have rewarded self with a Moro Gold (my favourite NZ chocolate bar; I'm planning on sending a biiiiiiig box full of all this stuff home next week) and now I'm going to reward myself with a hot shower and then maybe an episode of GNW before I actually do some washing.

Also, I bought thermals today. Feel ridiculous because it's really insanely warm here in Nelson but everyone makes the rest of the south island sound like the Artic. All I can say after buying bloody thermals is IT BETTER BE.

I hope my internet in Greymouth tomorrow is better, hopefully the same one the YHA hostels were using which I have an account with, so I can download this week's GNW. No more of this by-megabyte crap which means I can't even watch stuff on Youtube. -_- Fail!

Now, shower. Mmmmmm. Yes.


edit: Also I just checked out my bank account which, thanks to the funsies with my card and my parents paying my credit card off until I get back and empty my savings to pay them back, is tricky. But adding and subtracting everything up means I've worked out that not only am I, technically, already in my overdraft but I really should stamp down on how much money I'm taking out.

All of which has left me looking at the flights to Alice Springs I paid for a few days ago, going "..." because the whole Ayer's Rock trip is costing me upward of £340 and... and really? The closer I get to it, the more I'm getting less and less enthusiastic. It's a big rock. I really don't know if I care that much. Not to mention having to get more flights with all the ensuing hassle and... I could've just hung around in Melbourne for an extra five days. But no. I'm only going because everyone was telling me "you cannot go to Australia and not see Ayer's Rock'! So I was all "Okay!" and booked stuff.

...Bleh. Maybe I've just hit that point where I've seen the amazing scenery, I've stayed in the different hostels, I've been doing stuff you have to do pretty much every day for the last seven weeks, and I've done about as much of it as I can without my brain taking a holiday. It's not even the money, because I'm totally working on a policy of "If I want to do it and can only do it while I'm here, stop worrying about the freaking money. That's why you have an overdraft."

I wish I hadn't already booked my stupid flights. I don't think I could get a refund now which pretty much means I'm going. Sigh. I suppose once I've done it, it just means I won't have to do it next time.

Which YES I KNOW is totally the wrong attitude and yes, how often am I going to be in Australia yadda yadda... heard it. Got over it. A girl in Wellington told me everyone hits this point of backpacking overload and you do get over it and all is shiny again but I'm thinking maybe when I've hit the point of hating people in my dorm room simply for being in the room with me, and for little things like opening a pack of biscuits and rustling the plastic, there's a reason for that. When I look at Ayer's Rock and go *handwave* whatfuckingever, that maybe I should just quit before I reach the point of sitting in a corner and refusing to move because I hate everything.

Suspect I am a two-months-a-time backpacker. Six months would, I think, be a bad idea. Possibly involving a hostile takeover of the nearest Starbucks around the third month and refusing to come out until I run out of espresso brownies.