Monday 3 March 2008

3rd March 2008

Well, I may have drank slightly more than I hinted at, and failed to wake up in time for my pickup(7.30) and therefore missed my magic bus. Error. Obviously I was quite annoyed at this fact, especially as I only gained an hour extra sleep. Staying calm, I booked an intercity coach to whitianga to catch up with the bus, as the next connection was 3 days away, which I couldn't afford to wait for. I wasted time on the internet and treked to the coach stop.

Journey was uneventful, apart from a very long wait at Thames, when I changed bus to a tiny mini bus. I arrived before the magic bus, booked in, and soon became known as the guy who missed his bus. To cheer myself up I got some "fush and chups" from a lady with scary gypsy eyes, and wandered along the beach front even though it was grey, cold, windy and deserted. As I got back to the hostel the magic bus pulled in, and the look on Luke's (the driver) face was worth it all. It was as if he'd seen a ghost. In the evening we had a gentle pint in a pub as it was Luke's birthday and he proceeded to be vastly crazy.