Dunedin II

Yesterday, still a bit in recovery mode, I decide to have a nice relaxing day. Joe goes out to catch some “gnar” (I guess it’s been pretty good here), and I head down to the Cadbury factory for a tour.

The tour is great, as they continually give me free chocolate bars because they really like my purple shirt. Next, I hit the town and check out the street fair going on. It reminds me a lot of the strawberry festival thrown in my hometown every year, except it isn’t as touristy or crowded.

The food is sweet. I munch on a very phallic brat and wash it down with hazelnut ice cream (it was good, like Ici good). I run into Joe and some girls from our hostel and we decide to all hit the town together.

The clubs are absolutely packed. For the first time, I really experience the NZ club scene (rather than the bar scene). The Canadian girls we are with are awesome. They’re flirty as all hell with everyone they meet, but seem to really like us. For most of the night they amaze us with their incredible knack for getting guys to buy them drinks. Then, once the drink is procured, they just give them to us. Free drinks and free girls! Gotta love those Canadians.

The streets are packed when I finally walk the girls home around 3am and show them to bed. I then, as has become a bit of a nightly ritual, take a stroll around the late night town to McDonald’s for an ice cream.

The McDonald’s is absolutely packed, it is like a party in there with low lights, loud music, and frisky girls. On my way back home I am stopped by two drunkards. The first is a group of Kiwi girls that repeatedly ask me to tell them “You’re sassy” in my California accent. The second is a Scottish guy that strikes up a conversation and then abruptly asks “Aye muh boyah! Whe’ruh be’uh the nearbeest strippeer cluuuub??”

I tell him I don’t know, but if he finds it to let me know in the morn. I also get to thinking: strip clubs must be prohibitively expensive here, as the lowest paper currency is $5, and I feel like throwing $1 and $2 coins at the girls is frowned upon.

This morning, I have some toast and tea with our Canadian friends, and they kindly bequeath upon me a magnificent Canadian pin so that I will never forget them. If not for this, I probably would have.