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 o
regonian and a south c
arolinian. All wonderful people with great sense of humors. Lots of beers and laughs.