Continuing where Part 1 of this epic FAIL tale left off, I found myself stranded in a tiny New Zealand town that was horseshoed by mountains, an ominous storm was swirling in. I had no way of getting out tonight it seemed. Rental cars weren’t an option, there were no trains running, and there is only one or two buses that pass through daily. That left me with one option — hitchhiking.
Now, don’t be frightened. This is a long article, and I put a LOT of work into it. I know there is a tendency to not post long articles in the blogsphere, but I would love if you broke the rule of reading shorter travel tales, grabbed a coffee, and followed my chucks through this crazy adventure detail by detail. These little details are what made this grey, depressing attempt into a comical affair.
I tend to conjure up these astonishingly imaginative scenarios in my head when it comes to anything about travel and the unknown. Well, just as I had gnawed off my nails nervously while I slept in my hammock in the woods above Wellington worrying about an axe murderer in the dark, I was freaking myself out about getting into a car with a serial killer. Or even worse, about hoping into a semi with a truck driver expected a blowie.
Last Thursday was another rain soaked day in Auckland. The whole week I have been cooped up inside cafés and coffee shops all over the city, blogging and avoiding the dull grey weather. I was getting restless. When you sit inside too much, staring at a computer screen with nothing to keep you company except the quiet clicking of the keyboard and a caramel latte, you start to go a little crazy. I was not seeing “REDRUM” on the walls yet, but I was getting close. What the hell else is there to do while the sky is pissing all over your sunny days? Nomads Hostels and Mad Travel helped me shake off the rainy day syndrome and invited me to check out my first aquarium, Kelly Tarlton’s Underwater World. Read the full post HERE
Recently I joined the couch surfing community with hope that it would urge me to break down my barriers, meet some awesome people and stop being so damn shy! I also wanted to try to add to the community eventually, to share my experiences with other new comers and help get them comfortable surfing it up.
To couch surf at all I had to take the first and obvious step, actually do it! And to be honest, I was a tad bit nervous about asking a complete stranger if I could crash at their place, but that was the reason I needed to get that part out-of-the-way…
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