the garrison show

the last couple days have been pretty tame, as far as vacations in new zealand go. most people find a way to bungy jump, skydive, explore caves, and all sorts of other things. i, on the other hand, manage to take a nap on a bench in the harbor. girls want me, guys want to be me.

in fact, i really did just spend the last couple days walking (a ton!) around the city and talking to aucklanders. it has still been cold, but sunny so i’ve been able to stay warm staying in the sun and keeping on the move. yesterday i caught a world cup game in a pub and made some fast friends over a couple of beers and then wound up on a mountain over a beach for the sunset. not bad. today did much the same but with tennis and minus the beach sunset idea. oh, and a hot bartender tried to pick me up. well, maybe she succeeded. i really can’t recall.
in the time i’ve had to myself (not an insignificant amount of time, mind you), i’ve sort of realized i’m a very peculiar tourist. i don’t like tourist things. i don’t actually like vacations, really. is that bizarre? i love to travel, i love seeing new things, i love meeting new people; but i don’t like vacations. i don’t like waking up and having nothing to do.

i think my ideal lifestyle would be nomadic. i would love to move around the world 6-12 months at a time. i don’t get attached to scenery (though new zealand is gorgeous) and i’m not really a thrill-seeker (though i’d love to jump out of an airplane). i’m a “people-person” and it takes me time to find the right people and get to know them. so spending 5 days in new zealand is awesome, but leaves me wanting something.

so tonight is my last night and tomorrow my last day in NZ. at the moment, i haven’t got any particular plans to speak of, but i’m hanging out with my french mate. i can’t imagine we’ll stay too far away from a beer.

pictures will be coming soon.