Exploring New Zealand - First Day Mishaps

As of now, I am blogging away in Queenstown, somewhere in the middle of South New Zealand. The weather has been rather cruel lately, with occasional showers, little snow, and constant thick clouds.

Well for once, driving here has been fun and I gained my first experience on driving on a snowy day which I shall elaborate more when I get back to Australia next Wednesday; and also after I finished trying all my Initial D drifts. I have, to date, around 700 pictures and a tonne of dirty clothes. I have to say, snow is a pretty crap shit. Other than it's finer than ice kachang, there is nothing else fascinating about it.

As it is winter now, you can expect the temperature to be around 8 degrees in the day, around 2 degrees at night, and is gonna keep getting lower as you head further south of New Zealand.

And so I was talking about my first day..

It was a total disastrous day. First off, all three of us in the house woke up late. Waking up late early in the day signifies one thing - the rest of your day is gonna be fucked up - which is definitely true.

So we got up late and hurriedly packed all our luggage into my friend's car which I will be driving to his house (he left it with me) so he can send us to the airport and drive back the car. When I got into the car, the windows were fogged up, we were rushing for time, I tried wiping the windows but it was still pretty bad and so doing the logical thing that all guys do, we fuck care. Hence I did my reversing in the slowest possible manner due to the poor visibility. All of a sudden, this fucking white van appear behind me and what follows next is perhaps what I described as a flash of my life.

Fuck, where the hell do people paint their vans white? Anyway, luckily my car was slow so basically I just scratched a bit of my paint. I did, again, the most logical thing. I drove off.

I picked up my friend, told him a bit on the incident, offered to gave him my ass virginity as a payment for the tiny scrapped paint, and drove to the airport. Taking note that we were already late, we certainly would prefer a nice and smooth trip to the airport.

But, yeah you guessed it right. There was a traffic jam. Ha. Ha.

By the time we reached the airport, there was around one and a half hours left. There was a queue at our luggage check in area. Finish checking in our luggages, 45 min left. The girls were lovely. Just when I thought we better go ahead and actually go ahead for the physical check in (as in chop passport), they said they want to go and eat breakfast. Ha. Ha.

By the time they finish eating, there was only 10 min left till boarding time. We left and head for the check in custom.

What I saw was perhaps the longest queue I seen in my life ever since after Mcdonald's launch the collectibles. Halfway in the queue, we were already 10 min past the boarding time. So once we cleared the customs, an announcement came.

"Can the passengers of flight DJ80 to Christchurch, Miss XXX, Miss XXX, and Mr Hong Zee Kueng please come to Gate 78 please? We are all fucking waiting for you."

Zee Kueng your backside lah, They can never get my name right. Ang Mohs seriously ought to consider having hanyu pinyin lessons as a compulsory curriculum in their education.

Anyway so yeah, I had my first again. Getting my name called.

The air stewardess was smiling at us when we reached the gate but somehow I felt a 'fucking asians' look in between her eyes.

Skip the story short, we arrived safely at Christchurch, rented our car, and drove 2 hours straight to Lake Tekapo where we stayed the night there. Not to end the misfourtunes, we were blessed with a faulty heater in an area where it was 2 degrees celcius.

Time to chao. More pictures to come after I return to Australia.