Waking up early and well rested from some nice kava, we hit the road. En route I pick up another meat pie and something called a sausage roll (greasy sausage baked in philo dough), have a massive heart attack, and then get back on the road.
With time to kill we decide to stop in Hamilton to check out the famous gardens. They have a good bunch of different exhibits there, the best of which was the American modernist garden (obviously). We would have stayed longer but most shops were closed as today is a holiday. Apparently the Auckland anniversary is celebrated today, but really only the North island seems to care.
I’ve started to realize nobody really likes Auckland here. It’s just too big and crowded to stand out as a nice place in such an amazing country. Although I now wish I was attending school south in Queenstown or Wellington, I think I’ll probably learn to like it here.
To stay out of the busyness for two nights we settle in a suburb of Auckland called Parnell. It is pleasant but looks expensive so we’ll be cooking in for the night. I suspect I’ll have to cook for myself more often while I’m here because eating out is so expensive here and apparently nobody eats out quite as often as Americans.
Here in Parnell we are staying at a pleasant little backpacker place, which is a nice change from the busy city life we’ve been experiencing... and hopefully some calm before the storm of living in the middle of Auckland. Joe and I are in a little three bed room and our roommate is a shy German girl who seems scared of us. She probably should be.
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