longest week of my life.
met everyone in my program at Auckland International Airport at 6am and the journey began. Took a four hour bus to Rotorua, a smelly but interesting town. It is filled with Maori culture and black birds with red beaks, that make sounds like a flute. Spent four busy days taking in everything. Went caving, became a Maori warrior, ran in the green and ate delicious food. It was incedible. We said our thank yous and good byes to the wonderful people at kiwi paka hostel and made our way to another airport, where two tiny planes waited for 20 disheveled American students, to take us to our final destination. Dunedin within the Otago Peninsula.
arrived in Dunedin, my new home for the next six months. I am living in a red flat house on great king st, with a kiwi, a new yorker, a german, a oregonian and a south carolinian. All wonderful people with great sense of humors. Lots of beers and laughs.
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