New Zealand through the eyes of a gardener 1
Posted by Eva | Filed under Travel
Dear fans of pancakes, Dear casual readers! How many of you have surely noticed, I have a couple of weeks at home. Finally I managed to recover after returning so, I can responsibly place the first of a series of articles from my trip down under the ground - New Zealand. And with whom I was finally there? The first month and a half with fan, dwarf from the beach and Karl, zélandským my car. In mid-December for me from Prague přilítla friend Dana and took with him Standa – muj old state.
1.11. Tuesday
The way there
After long preparations and thinking, what I 3 months need not necessarily, how many panties and t-shirts, I'm home packed in 80 liter water hydropytle things, I added the pile of rags and head to the airport. I'm pretty fly for lunch, so relax. Polet is a first for Dubai, there transfer to another plane, to me after 2 stopovers in Bangkok and Sydney lands on the South Island in Christchurch.
The journey from Prague was cool. Eating out, drink, half-empty plane, where I had to myself dvousedadlo, I rid vigilance. Landing in Dubai woke me enough. I made a mistake at the entrance to the airport building, when, after much thought, I instead got into transfers Arrivals. Somehow I did not, that I actually out of the airport, when I booked the hotel…
I climbed X-ray inspection, descended the stairs jezdícíma 2 floor down, then lift again 3 floors up and found myself lost in a huge transit area. Local time slightly after midnight, how people in Wenceslas Square. Miss me the information remotely reminiscent of the English language to explain, way to get back to the start. After a few queries with various members of airport staff, I did it. Then you arrange a visa, eye scan, stand the queue at passport control and find your bus. It took a little, Arabs are those ladies in white dresses with cleverly placed accessories and fashion have about enough time for everything, but at least the bus to the hotel I did not have to wait, I immediately went. Just a hot shower and go for a few hours to stretch!
2.11. Wednesday
Breakfast was quick. They had green tea. They had nice pancakes, but were so extrahnusné, I'm in 5 minutes was ready to go back to the airport.
At the airport in the morning, I wondered greatly, everything as simple. You have just turned on the brain. Transit space suddenly resemble jungle, but pohodovej mall. In the calm it there and working around usazuju at my departure gate. Get in the direction of another aircraft Bangkok. It is pretty full, I sit next to 2 Englishmen, guys like that weird spotty appearance sockoidního, sitting across the aisle to their thick parents… I hope, that here we look a little better. I sat down at my place portholes, but let them sit there and do well. Every time I order water to drink and bottle of wine, and then go pee. I fall into komatického condition and runs fast way. We're going quite a long time, We arrive in Bangkok in the evening. There are faster landing, stretching back to the aircraft and.
3.11. Thursday
From Bangkok to Sydney I've had better spolusedící. Nepalese and Thai woman. Both students are studying and flies off into Austrošky. They are cool. After sunrise we land in Sydney and follows the last stage of flight Zealand. In Christchurch, South Island. This time the aircraft is half empty, trojsedačce sit on its own. After lunch I go to sleep lying down and. Waking up was a moment before landing. Zealand from the plane is really a picturesque. Snowy Mountains, glaciers, River, Meadows, flat and now houses the airport and we are definitely on the ground. It is around half past three, get out of the plane. Immigrant Fills declaration or as they call, This paper is, where there is interested in why I'm going, what they'll do, to whom the poison, What I'm bringing, number of shoes, where I live, bra size, that man shall not take food, and so on. The portholes passport control everything ok, but when I give X-ray belt for my stuff, as it was out of the du handling area, pribiha guy, I take things, loaded back into the truck and pulls me back. Aha, so I wonder, what will it. We go for a wall, I see a large table and chairs, I see at the same table with the family of Asians unpacked bag, it means that food… that's about nedovaří… Well, if I'll unpack everything, the fuck out of it. Resignedly sits in chairs and waiting, what will happen. The guy takes my passport yet and looks into my declaration, What I had filled. I understand Prd, although they speak English, So when you see a big question mark in my eyes, so he asks with contempt, not know whether, I actually filled. I say, that clearly and repeat it all, as I wrote in the paper. He does not understand, How come I do not know where I was going and where I live. Finally, I must state the name of Kate Sottnerky, It is one here in New Zealand contact, who's currently got. I pray, I had done some kind of trouble, perhaps there is beyond legally… Just you and I find it a little guy with a calm. Then dumps me things from handheld backpack, examines and my fat guide, What if any drug dropped stored between pages? I also show Franta. Well, some believe… Well done. May I pack the backpack again and I move around the corner to his colleague Vostrý. She asks me again for the same, begin to understand a little, and my English has risen slightly. Bravely answering questions, say, I'm really just a tourist, I show my online bank account with a bunch of money and ask, what's the problem. I bought a return ticket, what else he wants to hear kua? I'm very tired! I'm thirsty and everything swings with me. Mele černejch about immigrants and faces, that I might přebukuje tickets for Today back to Prague. So I tell her, I look forward to the house at my boyfriend and my super busy at the Zoo, You say to yourself, Zealand that the whole may need to go to hell, and whether I daj room.
Story of my beautiful home in the wake human emotions and finally lets me. Around half past five or so, Finally we get out of check-in area. No thanks! And now look like the housing. Fortunately, the information still not closed and there is a willing mistress, which I now bookuje bed in the YMCA hostel. While this is expensive, but a good place, there goes a bus from the airport and I was just in my head instead of brain salad. Choose from the adjacent ATM cash and pay the first loss. Hurray, I was in New Zealand!
Bus station makes me… the final in the center of Christchurch. Somehow I can not orient, but there is a temporary work obviously helps that there similar idiots, like me. It shows me the way and I collect my luggage and I bear to stay. Laying out objects in the room and ask the receptionist, where would she get into the phone sim card. He sends me to the mall, who's brutally far. For what I wanted some revenge? To the mall just as soon we get closer of. At least go to the toilet, and then back Jupí darkened streets of foreign cities. I want to shorten your way through the park, Vykouk but to me such a little distance from the homeless, so you change your mind… chvátám to bed, I really can not swing and it still continues….
Tags: airport, New Zealand, through the eyes of a gardener, trip
February 20th, 2012 at 15:15
you tell me what you've ridden the Franta Zealand? What happened to him then?
February 20th, 2012 at 21:55
I carry a duck, Franta ride so I understand the reason:)
February 22nd, 2012 at 07:17
I look forward to continuing (-:
February 24th, 2012 at 20:58
Looking forward to news of bracken!! :-) Hey but you round the field 3 you did in the photo fotoshopu, thirst? I thought, Franta customs that I look into the abdomen :-D
March 2nd, 2012 at 13:22
No jo, bracken was:-), I also it odvařená, but all the photos are authentic, Photoshop's no