Last night was fun. First off since Axel left the two guys who I shared a room started talking to me, which is all good and lovely, except they’re both completely crazy. Seriously. Utterly crazy. But you know, I’m English, I’m used to crazy, no big deal. Well that was before I tried to sleep
As far as snoring goes, it doesn’t bother me too much. Honestly after a month and a half of sleeping in hostels where there is always, always, someone snoring I’m not sure how I’m going to sleep when no one is snoring. But last night was just ridiculous.. I don’t know how that guy was breathing but it wasn’t right. And as if the crazy guy’s snoring wasn’t enough, crazy guy number 2 talks in his sleep. Wonderful. Just wonderful.
And since I had some time to kill before catching my bus to Hanmer I read a little in the hostel lounge where I promptly got volunteered to help pick up, move and then clean a sofa… not quite sure what made the lady think I was better suited to that than the big bloke stood behind her whose job it was to clean… needless to say I didn’t pick up, move, or clean the couch.
Getting to the bus stop was a bit of a pain as it was the other side of Christchurch so I had to lug my little suitcase other lots of broken roads... all in all the walk wasn’t too bad as the sun was shining so it was a lovely day!
The shuttle from Christchurch to Hanmer is a private company that only seems to just break even most of the time, and today there was just me and the driver in the shuttle (apparently they need to average 6 to make a profit). Anyway I had a lovely chat to the driver, who owns the company, for two hours and it turns out he used to own the hostel I’m staying at in Hanmer and the owner of it now works for him as a driver.. basically everyone knows everyone in Hanmer is the jist of it.
Considering I haven’t done a great deal I’m so tired, so once I got to Hanmer I just walked around the ‘town centre’, browsed in a few of the little shops and then decided to treat myself at Powerhouse Café.
And yes, it was probably an unacceptable time to be drinking in the early afternoon but I figured why not, it was called 'Breakfast Bubbles' after all... although since I’ve not really drank the past month it went straight to my head and I had to try and stumble my way back to the hostel!
The owners are lovely, and they have free goodies most days, today it was cinnamon cookies Tristan, the owner, baked!