New Zealand: Spontaneous Trips to Rotorua

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.

New Zealand: Mystery Dorm Mates

Alright so after barely having made my 7am flight from Auckland to Wellington, I made it here in one piece and now have about 5 hours before I can check into my hostel. Grand.

New Zealand: Rotorua to Lake Taupo

As I have previously mentioned, it’s frustratingly difficult to get around here without a car. My fun German companions from yesterday have all checked out of the hostel, which means I’ve also lost my wheels.

Spain: New Hood

The lawd has blessed me with another job interview this morning. My life is about to become hella hectic though, because I have to move out of the hostel, into my apartment, and be at this interview… all before 10am. I groggily pack my bag, take the fastest, weakest shower of my life, and beg the front desk to let me leave my bag with them for an hour. I don’t want to pay the 5€ fee that they charge for a full day. Hell nah.

Spain: New Hostel

I wake up at 5am which isn’t ideal, but I’m feeling INFINITELY better so an early rise is a small price to pay. I just slept for the better part of 24 hours, so I should be okay. Maybe I just unintentionally beat the jet lag with all that sleeping?

Spain: Welcome to Barcelona!

Landing! I’m here! It’s allllll happening. I take my time getting out of the airport, as it’s 8:30am and I can’t check into my hostel until 2pm. I’m in no rush to do anything, but I’m also not a dawdler. I follow signs to the taxi stand at the airport before I realize it’s entirely unnecessary to waste my money on such a luxury form of transport.

Iceland: Back to Reykjavik 

Our airport hotel has a shit breakfast. From 4:30-6:30 they do “cold” breakfast, and then the “hot” breakfast follows. We need to leave by 6am, so we are only going to make it for the cold food. It’s just bread, meat, and cheese. And they’re out of cheese. Wouldn’t kill them to turn on a toaster. They don’t have cream for coffee. Fruit/yogurt apparently doesn’t count as cold food. We’re not super stoked, but what can you do?

Cambodia: Kampot to Phnom Penh

I wake up early after a pretty lame sleep. I don’t sleep solidly for more than two hours at a time which isn’t really fun. It’s time for us to leave Kampot. It’s been a time but there’s so much more to see in Cambodia! Something about Naga House makes people want to stay longer; we aren’t the only ones who’ve extended their stay by a couple nights. Some people have been here over a week! We’ve got to escape today or we might never leave this riverside hostel.

Vietnam: Island Sunsets and Swiss Burgers

The first thing we do when we wake up is to find some food. We find a small restaurant down the street with decent prices, and each order a plate of “seafood noodles”. The plate comes full of vegetables, squid, and shrimp, which are cooked to perfection. It hits the spot.

Vietnam: Giant Demon Spiders

A friend I met 5 years ago (why am I so old?) lives in Switzerland, so I haven’t seen her in a long time! As fate would have it, she has planned a South East Asian backpacking trip that lines up with my trip to Vietnam and Cambodia, so obviously we’re meeting up! She’s been stuck in Bangkok for a few days working out her Vietnamese Visa, but is expecting to arrive in Hanoi tomorrow.