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Pub Crawl…What Pub Crawl?

This might just be the anal uptight bitch in me coming out but what’s up with “island time”?  Do you get to an island and loss the ability to tell time along with the common decency to be respectful and show up places on time?  If someone said that they’re going to pick you up between 7:15 – 7:30pm then shouldn’t you just expect them to show up then?  What I’ve come to realize is NO.  The reason for this rant is that there were 3 of us waiting for the bus taking us on the pub crawl through Rarotonga.  We waited and waited and waited and NOTHING!  It was closing in on 9pm and it was becoming apparent that we’d be stood up.

Never say die until the fat lady sings right?  While attempting the logistics of how the 3 of us would fit on a scooter for our own personal pubcrawl, we were joined by a 4th and it became apparent that the wise thing to do was call a cab (surprisingly, there is one on the island).  Jason’s Taxi was not only our DD that night but also someone who actually shows up when they said they would as well (this shouldn’t amaze me but it does…).    

Anyway, moral of the story is pubcrawl or no pub crawl – we still got our night out on the town.  Great company and fun bars but the highlight for me was munching down on a chicken pocket as we waited for Jason’s Taxi to come take us home.  What can I say – I’m a sucker for street meat!

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Questions That Shouldn’t Be Asked

Island Dancers - what I should have talked about

I’ve come to terms with the fact that I see the world through the eyes of a crazy person even if the rest of the world hasn’t grasped this particular concept just yet.  This is exactly the reason why I don’t like to be put on the spot with certain questions as I know the answer that will come spewing out of me will not be the correct one.

Sadly, this was exactly the position I was put in after I attended the cultural night in Te Vara Nui Village.  I was speaking to one of the male performers from the show and he wanted to know what I liked most about it.  I knew automatically that saying something along the lines of learning more about Cook Islands Maori culture or the stunning nature of the show itself would have been the correct answer but before my brain could catch up with my mouth “THE FOOD OF COURSE” had already fallen out.

To add insult to injury, my verbal diarrhea continued and I started talking about how the meat was so tender and

Something Else To Talk About...

how the spinach was to die for as he looked at me baffled.  I tried to put a cultural spin on my nonstop retardiness but forgot what the underground cooking method was called in the Cook Islands and uttered something along the lines of, “you know…just like the hangi in New Zealand”.  One day I must learn to just put a sock in it!

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Hidden Gem: One Night Stand – Apparently Not!

To be perfectly honest, I’m not quite sure where to begin with this but was urged by girlfriends to blog about it as its one of those discoveries (like no shoes) that leaves you baffled at the best of times.  I figure the place to start is how kiwis (for the record, different and unrelated people throughout the course of my stay) have explained it to us.   It all starts off with a binge drinking night out where fuelled by alcohol, you pash and go home with someone.  One night stand and that’s that right?  Well if you’re in NZ then NO because if it happens again in the future (days, weeks, months…whatever) it means that you like the person and if things don’t go as expected then the fallback is to blame the booze.  That being said, if it happens a 3rd time than BAM, you’re in a relationship.  Maybe it’s just the people I know but this is a major WTF moment as to us this means friends with benefits or booty call not RELATIONSHIP.

Also, when they’ve had a few then it doesn’t seem to deter the kiwi if you do or don’t want to be part of their dating ritual.  Single, married (fidelity isn’t one of those things that automatically comes with marriage in these parts), perverted or just plain crazy – they will aggressively come after you like a bull in a china shop.  It will lead to awkward moments where you get picked up and twirled or pushed up against walls and have your face licked or have someone jam their tongue in your ear or if you’re me – ALL OF THE ABOVE!  Sometimes I think my being Canadian must lead kiwis to confuse me with a popsicle but that’s not even half as awkward as having to explain to someone that just because we’ve had brunch, it doesn’t mean that it’s okay to tell everyone that we’re a couple.

Keep in mind that all the above is nothing but a generalization but in my humble opinion, take it as the rule and not the exception.  All good though because what my time in NZ has taught me is that maybe I’m a hopeless romantic or atleast someone not willing to put up with being man-handled by intoxicated individuals who are so socially awkward that they’re unable to approach me while sober.  I may come across as a prude but the one thing I know for certain is that I’m looking for quality not quantity and can spot the difference despite how hard a guy might try.

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Hidden Gem: Hostelling Horror Story

My upcoming departure has me reflecting on my time here and I know that there are a few stories that have been past down amongst my friends like urban legends but for one reason or another I made the decision not to blog about it.  One of the favourites amongst everyone is my hostelling experience in Queenstown.  This particular event occurred during my second trip to Queenstown.  It all started out with an early Saturday morning flight to Queenstown where I was running on absolutely no sleep due to my own stupidity (sadly, this happens more often than I’d like to admit!).  In order to be functional when I met up with the tour group the next morning, my plan was to have an early night to recover.

I was staying at the Base Backpackers and as I enter the room, a Welsh girl (her nationality has nothing to do with the story so don’t take this as me being judgmental at all) is freaking out because she’s lost her passport.  I told her to retrace her steps and it turns out it was in her purse all along (In hindsight, should have taken this as signs of things to come and found another place to stay).  Anyway, as a thank you she begged me to go out with the group but I politely declined and got ready to for a good’s night sleep.  Several hours later, she was back, shaking my bed, and asking if I was still awake.  Well I was now and I whipped around to find a guy taking off his shirt.  It only gets better as one thing leads to another and he has to run out to buy condoms (of course, this is not before the moment where he briefly turns on the light and says, “OMG, you’re actually cute”).  Long story short, turns out it wasn’t his lucky day after all as he passes out shortly after he returns and she dumps him off the bed and goes to sleep herself.

At this point – couple #2 walks into the room and not far behind them is couple #3.  Each of the couples is off doing their thing all the while the girl from couple #2 is judging couple #3 for being all “Jersey Shore“.  The girl from couple #2 is also trying to convince her guy (he’s Irish – again, no judgement) that she’s technically from Edmonton but that’s essentially the same as being from Vancouver (took everything I had to pipe down on this one…crazy lady from Deadmonton!)  Sadly, at this point, we’re well into the wee hours of the morning and due to all the activity in my room, I still haven’t really gotten any sleep (can you say grumpy and if I wasn’t so tired, I would have whipped out my video camera to make a buck or two to support my traveling habit).  Anyway, this is when the Scottish guy (again, no judgement) who’s got the bunk below me returns to the room and flicks on the lights.  He’s extremely drunk, smoking, and annoyed by the naked guy wearing only a condom passed out by his bed and decides something needs to be done.  After debating with the 4 other naked people in my room – he proceeds to dry shave the guy.  Not everywhere – just one leg, one eyebrow, and his balls.

Thinking back on it now – the banter was pretty funny as things like, “I met her at Ferg Burger…first ferg burger then fucking” were said.  Surprisingly, when I left, the events of the night wouldn’t be the only thing that would haunt me that day.  When I walked into the bathroom – the floor was covered in blood and I put two and two together and realized that our floor was missing the passed out condom guy.  At the end of the day, the moral of this story is to not forget to book your accommodations as the last-minute scramble can sometimes lead to an interesting story but not a whole lot of sleep.

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Girls That Are Boys…

The Best Of The Bunch

It was decided that New Years would be a fancy dress night.  To be perfectly honest, I don’t understand the obsession with fancy dress on this side of the world – they won’t do Halloween but any given Tuesday, there they are wearing the best threads that can be found in a tickle trunk.  WEIRD!

I hate to admit it but with all my reservation and hesitation, I have to say that New Years was a good laugh.  This year, I was on Fraser Island and celebrating at a place on our resort called the Dingo Bar.  There isn’t anything special about New Years on Fraser Island or the Dingo Bar for that matter.  What made the night was two fellow travellers in drag.  Hats off to these two that will remain nameless but managed to make my New Years memorable with their shenanigans and getting the rest of us in the spirit of fancy dress for the evening.

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