We’re getting in a kayak when our mate from last night hops over the fence to the resort to tell us lunch is almost ready. We thought we had another 2 hours to kill but I guess the service ended early!
I’m excited to be attending a Sunday afternoon at a Tongan church. Sundays are a mega day of rest here. No shops are open, no one works, not even lucrative whale watching for tourists. The country goes into rest mode, and everyone goes to church.
Chesney says he’s never seen me so chipper so early in the morning. Usually I’m a troll at this hour (second part are my words, not his, don’t worry). But it’s a special occasion! Today we’re swimming with WHALES!
Today we’re moving on from Tongatapu to Vava’u. Before coming to Tonga I assumed Vava’u would be a nearby island. That’s usually how countries work, right? Island groupings within a reasonable distance? Well not really in this case. Vava’u is an hour’s flight away, about as far from the neighbouring country of Niue as from the Tongan capital. At least that somewhat explains why our tickets cost so much.
I’m a heavy sleeper, and can sleep through dogs barking, roosters crowing, and bells ringing, but not all 3 at once. And not at 4:30am. But yes! That’s when the church opens, and the bells are to let the vastly religious population of Tonga know they are now welcome inside. This is only Wednesday… I wonder what Sunday will be like.
It’s finally time for Tonga! I’ve been dying to go to some of the pacific islands since moving to New Zealand, so when my boyfriend and I found flights for $380NZD (250USD) return, we had to jump on it.
We’re up early and ready to hit the road to Mount Ruapehu, the main event and reason we’ve taken this road trip. We’ve managed to sleep through the night without another leg of the bed snapping off or any other injuries, which is nice.
Another sunny weekend, so you know what that means… another road trip!
This time we’re heading down to Lake Taupo and Mt. Rupehu, and bringing Chesney’s best friend with us. Ryan is heading off to Indonesia for 7 weeks starting this Monday, and is trying to squeeze in some bro time before he goes. I think that’s precious, but I’m not staying home, so we will all be broing it out together.
Ummm… hi there. Remember me? It’s been a while. I’ve been having so much fun in New Zealand, I almost forgot to write about it! That, and it’s mostly just been me going to work and chillin’ with my pals, which doesn’t exactly make for quality writing material.
Since the last time I posted I’ve acquired a boyfriend; life comes atcha fast. He’s super cool and down for adventures so we’ve been visiting different areas around Auckland on the weekends, which has kept me busy. Last night though, we decided we’d change it up a bit and make the 3 hour drive down to Rotorua. Today.
I did some math (okay, counting) the other day and realized I’ve now lived in 4 countries, in 11 different apartments and had 34 different flatmates over the past 7 years. Whoa.
You’d think after doing something over and over again you’d learn from it – 10,000 hours, right? Well I’ve now spent easily more than 10,000 hours in shared accommodation and have to admit I’m still learning. My experiences though, both good and bad, have helped me compile a list of things to look out for that make house hunting a little easier.