White bread. Cornflakes. Peanut butter. Pasta. Ketchup. All homebrand. Those are the items peeking out from under the bed opposite mine, in the Rotorua hostel I’m staying in. They have haunted me in every Backpackers I’ve stayed in so far – I hate ALL of them and do not think it’s fair that Dutch and German youths with immaculate skin and impossible figures can survive almost exclusively on these (the other substances consumed being beer and burgers).
I think my tolerance of the disgusting has been drastically reduced with the introduction of Rotorua’s sulphurous stench into my life. It smells awful, but it is awesome. Bubbling, boiling mud! Marvellous. Glorious mud.
I’m now off to fit as many (cheap) cultural activities as possible into my day, with the added pressure of having a 5pm bus to catch. So I gotsta have it all wrapped up by 4pm, basically.
Go, go, go!
April 19, 2010 at 1:26 pm |
Oh wow Rosalyn! If this doesn’t stay with you FOREVER! Well I totally green with jealousy! Well done you!!
Skillions of love
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