Driving through the rolling green countryside it occurred to us that the grass truly is greener on the other side of the earth. Or Middle Earth, if you're a Lord of the Rings fan.
At a few points in the initial journey to Whitianga i insisted that Mark pull over and let me touch the flora. Everything smelled healthy, it fucking smelled like the color green. No joke. Sheep and cows have the run of the land and baby lambs are evenly strewn across the meadows. *Cue the scene from The Simpsons where Homer dances around singing da na na na naa chomp, chomp... chomp, chomp* at the sight of lamb littering the countryside.
For the most part i think the photos pretty much do the talking in this installation of the blog. i wish they captured the way it looked to the naked eye, though. It was a little surreal to take in that this was the scenery in the country in which we reside for the next year... or so.
We began writing the screenplay for our zombie sheep film (all rights reserved, fuckers) on the spaceship ride. So far it's looking pretty classic...
Had dinner at some quiet pub in Whitianga and decided the place was way too small for us so we immediately headed south to Tauranga. Arriving just after nightfall we were greeted with a fine mist and no traffic... making it much easier for a tired Mark to begin driving on the right side of the road. Despite the seemingly inimmediate danger, my navigating skills were difficult to vocalize as i couldn't stop laughing when we got stuck in the right (wrong) lane due to a median between lanes. Absolutely immediately after the incident was remedied, sirens blared behind us... to our amazement, however, it was actually an ambulance speeding somewhere else. i still laugh when i think of it.
After Shark's expert piloting skills led us to some creepy ass vineyard in the middle of nowhere... serious scene for a shitty horror movie... we parked in the parking lot of a strip mall and had the worst sleep of my life. Try cramming two small Karly and Katy-sized people and one Jolly Green Shark-sized person into a double "bed" in the back of a fucking minivan (ahem, spaceship)... add a nearby bar of rowdy kiwis making noise all into the night, my paranoid fear of being rolled in our sleep, and a (or perhaps two) snoring companions, along with all night parking lot lamps, and you have just barely got the jist of what it was like. It was after this night that Mark correctly explained that i sleep with two eyes open.
We got up the next day, brushed our teeth in the parking lot, changed, and washed our faces in a public restroom (toilets, in Kiwi).
The second night we parked next to another spaceship on the side of the road near some public toilets after arriving in Napier, again, just after nightfall, after spending some time in both Taupo and Rotorua. The drive in was inexplicable. Imagine insane hills and curves in pitch blackness lit only by street reflectors. Then imagine me driving at top speeds screaming half the way about being on a rollercoaster... i think my comrades were reasonably scared because they were silent the whole time.
By the third night we had rejected Napier as our home due to its completely inadequate social scene, despite it's exciting 1930's architecture and aquarium in which people are married underwater in the presence of sharks? Mark slept in a hostel that the three of us stole showers from and we hit the road bright and early to head back to Tauranga. We drank beers in the spaceship, *pictured* and laughed about the fact that we left home to live out of a van that we couldn't even sit up in comfortably to drink...
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