Well, I finally made it from Omaha to Denver to L.A. to Auckland to Christchurch. I met some nice people from all over the world which was a blessing, however it ruined the plans I had to draw charactures of some very unhappy people on the plane.
I was greeted at customs of NZ with much zeal and little hassle until I waited to pick up my luggage. All of a sudden this Jobba-da-hut figure morphed in out of my perif to ask me a million questions. Eventually the conversation went towards the always needed,"What drugs are you on?". After some more abuse we laughed, hugged, ate ginger nuts together and parted ways. The next lady was very nice as she took everything out of my bag and swabbed it down for drugs. It gave me a chance to realize I had about 80 quarters (American money, again, not drugs) in my bag and some time to put on some well deserved deodorant. Apparently customs has a hard time believing someone would move to a country they have never been to before, don't know a soul, and have a living address with people that they don't know. I caught a pretty hard time, my mom thinks it was the biker jacket....dodgy bikers. Customs was more like an epic battle of grotesque figures from starwars and somebody had been feeding these animals booze.
My flatie Chris was kindly waiting for me the whole time and gave me some keys to the pad and a pat on the butt...he went back to work. I found my way across town with the help of the lovely citizens of CHCH. The picture below is the main level of the flat. My room is on the third level.
Below is a picture of my new best friend Basil. Basil enjoys long walks on the fence, jumping from the second story window, and grooming himself in my lap. Basil was using my chopstick from when I went downtown and ate some sushi to scratch himself.
I have not had a lot of time to get out and check the city out(plus its stinking cold )so more pictures of the area later.
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