Settling In

The hostel is OK, apart from the insane Italian girl in our room at the moment. Seriously, she is insane. She has full blown conversations with herself in the middle of the night with a strange shaky voice, like she's about to cry all the time, which is really off putting when you're trying to get your rod waxed.

Pictured: Not what I meant, but still sounds right

Annoying room mates aside, I have been having a laugh in Auckland. It is really laid back though, which is good as, once again, my finances are on the ropes, hence why I'm browsing every job website I can to find a job (just in case this weird farm job doesn't happen). So partying isn't something that happens, but there are some nice bars and restaurants including one called Father Ted's, which is an Irish bar (obviously) and last night was Snakebite Sunday! But unlike my uni days this one was a quiet few pints of the stuff by a roaring log-burner as a man played Irish/Scottish songs on his guitar/harmonica, not like the Chesney Hawkes and 4 pint jugs at Walkabout Southampton.

 

Aah... To think I'm still paying for those government loaned pints.

Earlier in the day Kimi and I walked to K' Road, why is it called K' Road?

Because... what does that say?

On K'rd we found a cool little licensed cafe and had a cheeky beer (organic wheat beer, actually quite tasty) before walking back to the hostel for a $4 roast dinner.

K Rd is quite a way from downtown (that's the harbour bridge way off in the distance)

It is also a bit of a sleaze hub (like Fort Street, where the hostel is), but that just adds to the charm

That was a nice Sunday, walking about doing nothing (I did apply for a job in the morning, but that's boring). The night before, Kimi and I walked around a few bars and found some nice little places, one that does half priced mussels on Mondays, but half price is still too much at the moment. The city itself seemed quiet, there were more people than usual but not what you'd expect a city to have on a Saturday night, so another laid back night, but still nice enough.

Today, well, I'm doing nuffink. But I did receive an email that I have only just read saying I have an interview for the one job I applied for yesterday. Seriously, if you provide a phone number on your CV why do they feel the need to email you something with no knowledge you have even received the message. At least with a phone call I could have spoken to them and arranged an interview. Needless to say I have now rearranged my interview via telephone to a time that gives me more than 30 minutes notice (1:30pm tomorrow). So we'll see how that goes and you blog readers will be the first to know, maybe, depending on how it goes. I'd say more but I don't want to jinx it.

As opposed to 'Jynx it' which is the same but with more minstrel.

Oh, also remember I mentioned how the money is odd here? Well this is what I meant...

Have you ever seen a stranger portrait of The Queen? What's with that smile/sneer?

Right, I'm off to sort out an IRD number (that's tax number to you and me), for now here's some more pictures. Bye for now!