So I finally arrived in New Zealand… only 33 hours after leaving home. Other than being ridiculously long, the trip wasn’t bad at all. Christchurch is quite lovely! I’m all moved into my apartment and my room is set up, so I already feel like I’ve got my own space. There are lots of cubbies/drawers/wardrobe space for organizing (EXCELLENT) and I have lots of room for activities! My flatmates (five of us all together) are really nice – but all from America! The flat is really nice and we have a balcony with a lovely view.
Some things are the same as home here but a lot of things are different… you notice it most in the grocery store. Skim milk is trim milk and chocolate-covered raisins are sultanas. My cereal contains rolled triticale – I have no idea what that is but it sounds dangerous. The “yield” signs say “give way” and instead of “exit” it’s “way out”. I also heard a little Kiwi boy in the airport say that he was “sweating armpits”… but that may have been an original.
I’m trying to do as much as possible before orientation and classes begin, although I think there will still be plenty of time for traveling once they do. I might go hiking this weekend or next, which I may write about when I return as there probably won’t be internet access in the Shire. Cheers!
“He had a really impressive mullet and liked to talk about barbecues.”
Best sentence I’ve read all day. You make me giggle.
I personally liked the boy that was, “sweating armpits.” New Zealand ftw!
Hahaha it’s hard to beat some of the expressions I’ve heard here. An old man came up to my friend the other day to ask where she’d gotten her ice cream, and when she told him he said, “Oh, DYNAMITE!”
Grandpa writes: (borrowing Ken’s acct) What is CAS… and who is Edward Norton? I remember “Norton” as Jackie Gleason’s sidekick many television year’s ago. Do you remember G’ma’s story about our Teawamatu, NZ sheep farmer friends and our humorous speculations about creating an international market for a woolen “Kiwi-Kosy” for serious tea drinkers.
in GOD we trust