More reminders for myself on shit I need to update. NZ seems a little better with its wifi, so hopefully I can post more soon. Buh. Here's a picture in the meantime of a pink bathroom and some hair taped to a wall and a giant baby in Melbourne.
+Fraser Island
+Airlie Beach
+Whitsundays
+Magnetic Island
+Cairns
+Brisbane
+Melbourne
+Queenstown
More reminders for myself on shit I need to update. NZ seems a little better with its wifi, so hopefully I can post more soon. Buh. Here's a picture in the meantime of a pink bathroom and some hair taped to a wall and a giant baby in Melbourne.
+Fraser Island
+Airlie Beach
+Whitsundays
+Magnetic Island
+Cairns
+Brisbane
+Melbourne
+Queenstown
I'm not even in Australia anymore!
Basically, a recent update is as follows: went to Melbourne for a few weeks, came down with a really bad case of tonsillitis. Flew to Queenstown, New Zealand. Have been here for a week, sick the whole time. Yesterday I took a 12 hour day trip to Milford Sound. Absolutely stunning, but on the bus ride there I had to spew SO bad, and the bus couldn't stop so I had to do it in my mouth and swallow it. Twice. Charming. But on the way home I gained a migraine which stuck around until this morning, when I found out that my plans to be home by July 1st were totally fucked and the soonest flight I can get back is July 21st. Which absolutely shattered me. I was going to be able to make it home for the Fourth of July, and the traditional yearly trip to Michigan with my family. I was so excited and relieved, and it was going to help me get though this next month, knowing I'd be home so soon and in time for MI. Plus, I'm fucking broke. But no, the universe loves making this trip as difficult as possible for me, and now I need to figure out what to do with myself for a whole extra fucking month that I don't want to be here. Starting tomorrow I begin my trip with Kiwi Experience, which is a bus that takes me around the whole country for the next month, which should be pretty awesome, but it ends on the 28th of June. I could technically extend it to last as long as I want, but I just don't have that kind of money or energy.
I'm exhausted from traveling. I have yet to make a really great friend, and I've become so jaded by the experience it's hard for me to enjoy things anymore. The last week I've been here, I had three guys in my room that didn't help. They LITERALLY took a shit on our balcony. Twice. I saw one of their dicks within the first five minutes of meeting them, and the second one's the second day. They brought home girls to fuck every single night, and of course the one under my bunk had to fuck four times in one night. They also come back at 4am, drunk, yelling, turning on the lights, and climbing in my bed. Once they were naked when they did this, and attempted to grope me. I fucking hate them. I moved out this morning to a new room cause I couldn't take it anymore. Jesus. This town is pretty and all, but it's a little shit hole and I can't wait to move on.
Listen to me. All I can do is complain, yet Friday was so beautiful at Milford Sound. Literally one of the most amazing places I've ever seen in my life, but I'm just too fucking jaded by everything else that keeps going wrong on this trip to really appreciate it. I just wanna come home.
During one of my first days in Mooloolaba I took a trip to the Australia Zoo! This is STEVE'S ZOO! I saw fuckign Terry and Bindi and Robert! That's them feeding a saltwater croc below! And I held a koala! Weeooo!
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