lies. it's all lies.
bethany does not travel. if i could muster the motivation, i'd change the name. or better yet, maybe i should just abandon the whole idea of a "travel blog". in the meantime, more dribble (ie an update):
so you know how i finished up the hut warden gig last monday? and you know how i'm totally prone to spur-of-the-moment decisions that make sense to no one but me? yeah, well... i'm still in tongariro.
one of the new volunteers quit 2 days into training... so i debated staying or going to travel the south island. and i made up my mind about 5 times and each time it was the same decision - to go. so i got out on monday and i had all my stuff packed last week; i just had to clean up and then i even had a ride all the way to wellington in the afternoon... and then half an hour later i was walking back to the doc office to tell jimmy that i changed my mind. so i'm here until the end of april... i just really like it. and i'm sure that traveling would have been good, too. but a different good. so i'm not really "traveling nz" as much as "living in nz"... definitely want to see the south island, but will just have to score another sweet hut wardening gig down there somewhere and come back... :)
another little story: so i got out of the mountains again on friday afternoon... realized while in the hut this week that my visa expires next sunday, so i have until this friday to get it renewed. right. a whole week. except that i now work monday-friday, away from all communication devices. anyway, so i got home 2ish and the immigration office closes at 330p. the immigration office that needed to explain to me how to renew my visa. right. but there were visitors at our house, so i had some lunch and a beer with them. and then i was politely reminded that i smelled... so i took my weekly shower... and then it was 305p. and i was a 10 min walk from the nearest phone. but jen has a bike. so we decided that we would take the bike. right. two grown people, one bike. she's pedalling, i'm riding on the crossbar... we make it all the way down the drive (it's a LONG drive) and out to the street before she has to turn and i start to lose my balance... and my foot gets sucked into the front tire. an excellent makeshift brake, but i can't recommend it, really. because it's very difficult to remove. so we hopped out of the road, over to the edge, and after a good few minutes, managed to disconnect me from the bike. and remove the pieces of shredded green croc as well - very sad about the crocs. and then had the brilliant idea that i could just ride the bike and she could walk! bad news: it's 24 hrs later and i have one round-ish purply colored foot. good news: no medic until monday, so i have another 36 hrs to believe that it will just magically get better. sidenote: managed to talk to immigration before they closed and it looks like i'll be spared deportation.
so you know how i finished up the hut warden gig last monday? and you know how i'm totally prone to spur-of-the-moment decisions that make sense to no one but me? yeah, well... i'm still in tongariro.
one of the new volunteers quit 2 days into training... so i debated staying or going to travel the south island. and i made up my mind about 5 times and each time it was the same decision - to go. so i got out on monday and i had all my stuff packed last week; i just had to clean up and then i even had a ride all the way to wellington in the afternoon... and then half an hour later i was walking back to the doc office to tell jimmy that i changed my mind. so i'm here until the end of april... i just really like it. and i'm sure that traveling would have been good, too. but a different good. so i'm not really "traveling nz" as much as "living in nz"... definitely want to see the south island, but will just have to score another sweet hut wardening gig down there somewhere and come back... :)
another little story: so i got out of the mountains again on friday afternoon... realized while in the hut this week that my visa expires next sunday, so i have until this friday to get it renewed. right. a whole week. except that i now work monday-friday, away from all communication devices. anyway, so i got home 2ish and the immigration office closes at 330p. the immigration office that needed to explain to me how to renew my visa. right. but there were visitors at our house, so i had some lunch and a beer with them. and then i was politely reminded that i smelled... so i took my weekly shower... and then it was 305p. and i was a 10 min walk from the nearest phone. but jen has a bike. so we decided that we would take the bike. right. two grown people, one bike. she's pedalling, i'm riding on the crossbar... we make it all the way down the drive (it's a LONG drive) and out to the street before she has to turn and i start to lose my balance... and my foot gets sucked into the front tire. an excellent makeshift brake, but i can't recommend it, really. because it's very difficult to remove. so we hopped out of the road, over to the edge, and after a good few minutes, managed to disconnect me from the bike. and remove the pieces of shredded green croc as well - very sad about the crocs. and then had the brilliant idea that i could just ride the bike and she could walk! bad news: it's 24 hrs later and i have one round-ish purply colored foot. good news: no medic until monday, so i have another 36 hrs to believe that it will just magically get better. sidenote: managed to talk to immigration before they closed and it looks like i'll be spared deportation.
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