Good on Yer, Hoe!
Part 2 by Stu Massie
What was more interesting than
the Skytower, even though it was hugely tall, massive, big and so on were
the amount of people trying to do an impression of it. People were staring
up, taking identical pictures and almost trying to immitate it by looking
up and stretching, not wanting to be beaten in height. Humanity is funny
here too, I noted, as I did exactly the same thing.
My luggage started rolling
away, not wanting to hang out with me any more.
*I'll be her everything,
if you make Stu a Star!* shouted out the Radio. Hearing needed re-wiring.
NZ Rocks to the Core, the tunes are richer here. I stated while wrestling
a Feijoa. |
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intense challenge of crossing a road. The stakes were higher than the casino,
as my brain was still up the clouds and wanting to retire. There seemed
to be a shiny silver disc on each traffic light, so I hit that with great
purpose. It seemed to click, tick and beep away happily to itself after
I had activated it, but nothing much was happening, apart from the people
on the opposite side of the rushing road looked down. I jumped in the air
as suddenIy a large squawk boomed out. What the hell was that? I thought
some tropical bird had perched by me and let out an immense call, and reacted
in self-preservation and fear to this foreign noise. Happily though, it
was my mate the traffic light letting me know I could now proceed without
being a squashed pom de terre while navigating this now sniggering highway.
This was too much for a jetlagged
crazy man.
My luggage with its previously
functional and helpful wheels were now being more of a burden as I travelled
at neck breaker speed (probably well beyond the limit) down the urban hills,
pulled by belongings and gravity. Where is this damn hotel! Everybody seemed
to go out of their way to help me, but I could only recall so much of their
directions a few minutes down the road. Ah well, at least I was stretching
my legs. Impressive city, a melting pot of people. Fluffy Kiwi souvenirs
everywhere.
I was now by the stunning
harbour, lost. I did not want to see sea yet, more a pillow. I trundled
along, trying to guide the map to my eyesight while manhandling the bags,
who were now two unpredictable beasts wanting to spin and turn out of control.
A lady on a free bus spotted me and took pity, called me in and took me
right to the door when I declared which hotel I was looking for. I hardly
thought this was on the route so she had been more than kind. It seemed
I had missed some big uphill climbs too. "Kia Ora!" I shouted as I stepped
off, wanting to practice some new words in this faraway land. She smiled
a big radiant smile.
The room was not fully ready
yet, beamed the lovely lady on reception. I was offered a free drinks voucher.
Jackpot, I can keep going for another half hour! Time for a well deserved
local brew.
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resources : http://www.rumdiaryfilm.com
Location: Aotearoa, New Zealand
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