Bye Bye Brisbane & Broadway

So I left Brisbane this morning, hopped a plane to Christchurch. Where i am now, with the cold, and the rain.

Anyway, Here's the thing. I've left the place i've lived in and the people i've lived with for the last five months, stuffed all my crap back in my rucksack & hit the road. And I'm a little unhappy about that. So to all of you Broadway folks, hi.

But anyway, we must always look forward. In this case to Christchurch, home to Sinead. It's lovely. But extremely cold and wet. I've checked into the cheapest hostel i can find, the lovely 'kiwi backpackers' only to find that, like the 2nd hand camera i got in tokyo, it's all in Japanese.

Just as the Broadway (i'm not fixating) was mostly irish, (actually, barring 3 welsh guys, entirely irish) and every so often we'd get one poor lonely japanese guy wandering about, wondering why it was necessaly to have a righter for cigalettes to use the cook-ah, This place is Japanese, and there's one bald irishman in a fleece wandering around wondering why there's so many signs in foreign, and what they all say.

(HAIR MUST BE WORN ON SECOND FLOOR!)
(NO HUMMING ON TOILET!)
(FREE COFFEE FOR TIRED IRISHMEN!)
(JAPANESE GIRLS LOVE GUYS WHO PLAY GUITAR! FOR FURTHER INFORMATION ASK AT RECEPTION!)
(WARNING, SECRET TRAPDOOR! YES! RIGHT THERE! WHERE YOU'RE STANDING! HAHAH!)

ok, so i've been knocking around christchurch, waiting to get in touch with sinead, everything's closed, I'm looking to buy some lunch (tea by this stage) and making up signs is just funny to me. what do you want?

Fun conversation at customs:
-Welcome to New Zealand. Do you have any knives or guns?
-yes. I'm a cook, I have a kitchen knife with me.
-that's ok. So how long are you here?
-about ten days. then on to south america.
-gap year?
-yeah, I just finished a masters degree.
-i thought you were a cook
-i am, i mean i was, i mean...AHHH!(runs out into airport concourse, chased by siffer dogs, before being strip searched by giant Samoan)