Happy April Fools, I'm in the Future

Saturday, 2:04 PM. Rotorua, New Zealand.

The bugs attacked me so severely in Taupo that I am now on antibiotics because the seven bites on my right hand got infected and started tracking up my arm. Yay. But that wasn’t the worst part. When I was at the doctor, so was every kiwi child in New Zealand. And not even the incredibly handsome doctor who helped me and laughed at all my jokes could save me from that cerebral aneurysm inducing pain. And as if I needed more proof that they sense my hatred for them and seek me out, six whiney tikes just entered the lobby of this hostel.

The meds make me sleepy and I now bathe in chemicals to keep the fuckers away, the bugs not the kids, but all is well I guess. I feel like a lame traveller after Taupo took me down, but on monday I’ll be in a camper van and I’ll be able to drive to all edges of New Zealand. Now the only thing everyone needs to worry about is if I can drive on the opposite side of the road. I forgot to ask if it was manual or automatic too....

Oh well.

Just paid my credit card and went over all my finances... and I don’t want to be depressing, but I thought I was starving myself enough. Trust me I’m grateful for the weight loss, but god daaaaaaamn you New Zealand for being so flippin’ expensive and dangling fun activities in my face like jumping out of planes that cost me my left kidney.

We only need one to survive anyways.

I did live out my rockstar fantasies my last night in Taupo. I was at an Irish bar that had “Jam Night,” which in reality, was a well rehearsed band. But I went up and asked if they new some karaoke favorites of mine, and I sang a couple of songs with them. I forgot all the words and couldn’t hear myself but the room went from being empty to having a whopping five people who sat down and watched.

Rock and Roll baby.