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Wasting Time in Wellington – Day 38

20 September 2010 No Comment

Wednesday 4th May 2005

Today is very much the Time Between, as I am basically waiting to get across to the South Island to begin my adventures there. For now, though, I am stuck in the middle and its not the best place to be right now, as you will find out.

I awoke fairly late this morning, much later than usual. But it meant I had a good night of sleep, and managed to recharge my batteries. It was around 10:00am that I finally pulled myself out of bed. The shower room was my destination having picked myself up off the floor. Sometimes I can be a bit rough with myself while dragging myself out of bed.

All throughout my morning routine, I could hear an awful noise coming from downstairs. The noise was so loud and offensive that it was able to penetrate the floorboards and flood the airspace all about me. My ears were screaming at the intrusion, and I couldn’t work out what it was, or should I say, who it was.

After making my way down the stairs and into the main room of the hostel, it all became very clear to me. Also residing in this hostel are two, large, redheaded Scottish girls. I am merely stating the facts and have nothing, whatsoever, against Scottish people, or redheaded people for that matter. But these girls were so unbearably loud in their conversation, and they cackled like a couple of witches as they broadcast the foulest language to everyone within a mile radius. Every other word was a nasty word, and the word F*** was used to describe everything and everyone. I could feel my head pounding with each sound that emanated from their extremely large mouths. I was not in a good place, but shared my discomfort with all the other guests ambling about the hostel this morning.

I had to escape after breakfast, and a trip into the city seemed like an obvious excursion. It was actually quite nice to just walk about with nothing in particular to do. With all the noise of a big city, it sounded so peaceful compared to that back at the hostel. I was happy to waste time here. I spent a while on the Internet, then lazed about for much of the day. I was speaking to some of the guests who informed me of an incident that happened recently. A girl came back to the hostel late one night having been drinking most of the night. After clambering up onto a top bunk that didn’t belong to her, she fell asleep and failed to realise she had wet the bed. The poor guest underneath had a nasty surprise during the night. Its these sorts of things that I dread about staying in hostels, but thankfully nothing like this has happened to me, yet!

I want to leave this place now, and am happy in the knowledge that I have booked my ferry crossing for tomorrow to the South Island. I can’t wait to see how different it is.

This evening I am sharing a room with two lovely German girls. We spent a couple of hours chatting about this and that, and I have to say that these are quite possibly two of the nicest people I have ever met. I was reminded at this point – contrary to my previous thoughts – that this is exactly the reason why staying in hostels can be so good at times. Meeting people like this is what travelling is all about in my opinion. As they had only arrived today, I let them continue to settle in while I had dinner and watched television for the remainder of the night.

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