Kiwi Hasaam Gets His Groove Back

Okay, so I figure the only way to do this is to split things into two chunks, since so much happened these last couple days I can barely keep track of it all ...

Day #1 (a bit later)
Funds: Like, $7985? =P
Location:

A Tiny Slither of Auckland, New Zealand
Mykal wishes he could dance like them kids

Oh man so where to begin ummmm well customs was a bitch. Thanks to my 21st I've accumulated so much random bling that it's a massive pain in the butt taking it all off and then on again hehehe. But turns out my ankle weights contain something that sets off metal detectors. Who'da thunk it, right? They're made of foam spongey stuff!!! When he asked me if i had a knee replacement cos the alarm was being set off by my legs, I snapped em off and the reaction was an immediate "Oh you've GOT to be kidding me!!!" Sorta awkward, really XD
On the plane next to me was a guy who was afraid of flying, and these kids squealing high-pitched most of the way but I watched Hancock and decided that even though it's basically what should be two movies paced out a bit better slapped together, Will Smith does the character so well I couldn't care less cos it's pretty much awesome.
Once I was actually there, I was totally blown away by just how much everyone I bumped into matched the stereotypes. (Well I didn't see any sheep but oh well). Based on 5 hours just wandering around (in case you're wondering the red circle on the map above is how far I got from the airport, I think, before I thought it best to turn around and not miss my plane) I've decided that kiwis are the most awesomely laid back people ever. I'm pretty much the reigning expert on all things New Zealand now. Yep.
I swear to God that in the first conversation I had I got the words "bro" and "choice" said to me. Actually basically every male there says "bro" no matter what, I believe. I wanted to high five this guy for it but opted not to on the grounds that I wasn't sure if it was culturally insensitive, or at least it would have required far too much explaining. The accents here are AWESOME. I've never been to a country where they all speak English too, it felt weird being the one with the 'accent'.
I did have fush and chups for dinner. It wasn't on purpose though, it was seriously the only open non-grocery shop foodery still open (ok besides Maccas but who the hell travels this far for MacDonald's???). There was this gorgeous girl in the shop with her aunty or something and they had a conversation something like:
"So dud ewe wroit a litta tew Sinta? Wots Sinta gonna guve ewe fer Chrustmus?"
"Bubbles ind uh Eastah Iig!!!"
AWWWWW hahaha.
Also over less than 5 ks I saw five different ovals with people playing rugby on it. This place is Malcolm heaven =P. Also caught some kids learning what looked to me like a sort of tribal dance, while others were learning what sounded to me like traditional awesome tribal drumming. Kickarse.
I'd say to the fush and chups ind beck was about 9ks, based on signs telling me how far away to airport was. Not bad, if I keep this up I HAVE to lose to belly, right???
Oh and the shower at the airport. I seem to remember mentioning that in a photo caption somewhere ... anyway after the long walk I was a little sweaty and all so you can imagine how excited I was when I saw that you can have a free shower at nz airport! Of course, they didn't have towels. Cue Mum's "I told you so" - of course, mine wasn't in my carry-bag. So what's a guy to do? I did pretty much the only thing I could do: stole about a zillion hand paper towels from the toilet and took them with me! It worked, why wouldn't it have worked??? It's called IMPROVISATION and clearly I'm gonna have to learn to get real good at it real fast or I'm stuffed (wait til I do my Day#2 entry and you hear all about my money situation XD).
I'm aware that this is quite a choppy entry, I'm clearly still reeling from excitement, so again I apologise to you all. I just have one final New Zealand anecdote, Debbie found it hilarious anyway when I told her.
So I get on the last elevator before that last lounge that you sit around in and wait til they tell you to board (how embarrassing that I can't think of what you call it) and a little old lady and a girl probably my age hops on too. Then the doors close and we all just stand there. Eventually the girl says "I think we have to push the button" and the lady's like "yes, good idea" and we all have an awkward chuckle. The little old lady goes to wait for some other flight on the same floor and me and this girl are there a bit early so I said, "Ah, looks like we got the plane all to ourselves!" and she turns around and goes, "oh? you're going to hong kong too?" "Yep!" I said. Then I yawned, took a long stretch as I sat down, and woke up about 15 seconds later to find the girl sitting a little way aways from me fiddling with her phone in a sort of disgruntled manner. So there you go. That's pretty much how all my social interactions go, quite smoothly until I lose concentration. Joy, you clearly have nothing to fear with me being so far away XD