Everyone's on the Wrong Side of the Road

It's been a few days since last posting, since I've been overly busy with bureaucratic garbage and trashed-getting. The night after the fourth I accidentally threw a party... as in, casually enjoying a few beers in my flat post-dinner when, very 'funny games' like, two people waltzed in. Wonderful company, for sure, but word spread and before I knew it, party. Twas great fun. The atmosphere here is really great. There's a mix of fratty-type activity, just because there's such a strong american presence right now as the Kiwis are still flocking back from their winter holiday, and great solid hanging out. 

This is my house. I don't know everyone in the complex yet, but it's sick. 

Friday morning was a train trip for all the international students, and though it was a bit boring, I got quite a few great pictures out of it. After the trip there was a dank barbecue. like, I'm drooling right now thinking about it again. It was obscenely good, though my main regret is not taking the vegetarian options as well.

 Dunedin! ain't it perty?


So, Friday night my flat decided to play scrumpy hands, which is like edward 40 hands [you tape each hand to a 40 of beer and can't take them off your hands until you finish drinking the contained liquid] except with this cider, scrumpy. Scrumpy is 1.25 liters of an 8.4% alc. drink, which means each scrumpy contains 8 standard drinks, which means it's the most dangerous game ever, but with so much hype about it, we had to do it. Whilst heading back to our flat, scrumpies in hand, out Kiwi host arrived [finally, but was immediately in for playing]. Ended up being another massive get-together of quite the motley crew [many decided to play along, and others had mixes of wines/champagnes/scrumpies taped on], and ended up being the best flatmate bonding experience ever [and by best, I mean most ridiculous [and by most ridiculous, I mean the 4 of us all puked post scrumpy completion [and by puked, I mean, I'm relatively certain I puked. I couldn't tell you for sure since my memory is slightly foggy to the event [and by slightly foggy, I mean non-existant]]]]. Irregardless, twas a fantastic evening, met by a painful morning.

Yesterday, I went to the cadbury chocolate festival, which was the saddest excuse for a chocolate festival I've ever seen, but got a few chocolates and wandered the mall. There's a jeffas race I might look into for the end of the week, where kids roll jeffas, which seem to be candy coated chocolate balls, down Baldwin Street, which is the steepest street. My Kiwi host drove me up it today, but I didn't have my camera. It's really sick.

Driving. It's so crazy to sit in a car that's on the wrong side of the road. I'm blown by the idea, but everyone gets cars here, because it's kind of necessary to get any traveling done.

Also, pedestrians don't really get the right of way here, so it's always a hilariously scary event crossing the street.


Tomorrow my classes start, but not really because I don't have any class on Mondays. woop.

This post has been very stupidly written and not thought out. I'm sorry, but not really.

I think it would be worth listing the words and differences I've been finding in New Zealand

• Everyone's on the wrong side of the road
• This even extends to escalators. I've almost embarrassed that one.
• Similarly, when walking in normal situations [ie. crossing the street] I've been looked at weirdly for bearing right, instead of left.
• Liquor is very expensive here
• People are welcoming of the extremely stupid questions I've been asking, like 'how do you mail a letter?'
• There are heaps of funny slang words
• like using the term 'heaps' to describe large quantities
• or being 'keen' is pretty popular
• which makes all these terms 'sweet as'
• sweet as what? no clue.
• sidewalks are pathways
• to hire is to rent

That's all for now. I'm sure an equally sporadic post will follow shortly when I remember all the things I've forgotten.