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!
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