most of the time i was passed out in the back, sitting on a steel beam that probably left me permanently bruised.. but whitesnake was a blast. ten or so of us packed into the beast and we traveled around the country like true americans, struggling up hills, screeching around turns.
from almost the first day it was obvious how anonymous i was: we skated around the mountains on dirt roads with no names and only one destination that wasn’t even on the map. quite a difference from today where everyone knows where i am, when i’m there, and where i need to be next.
that ride set the pace for quite a bit of the rest of the trip. about five of us held on to the front seat for dear life, choking down our nausea and fighting not to loose our lunch. shannon lost it on the side of whitesnake early, no surprise considering her performance the rest of the trip. tori made it to the top of the hill only to lose it after stepping out of whitesnake and onto solid ground.
ride on whitesnake.
after i made the entire sea kayaking portion fubar, we headed to christchurch to meet up with the other group. needless to say, there was plenty of drinking to be had. somehow i managed a bottle of wine and some kaluha.. yes, i was completely useless. we all headed to the loaded hog in downtown. i needed a little help 😉
for whatever reason, i’ve had tonga on my mind. one thing that keeps coming back to me – the coffee shop that was just down the way from our hostel. it had the best fruit smoothies.. it was great to be there early in the mornings, before it started to get too warm, and feel completely anonymous and lost. lost not to myself but to everyone else.