Amazing! After spending way too much time in the Napier Museum, I lost track of time. My bus was at 1:40 and it was 1:00. I was really hungry though...and I was like sandwich...bus...sandwich bus.....so I got a sandwich of course. Fortunately, my sandwich was really good. Unfortunately, by the time I got it it was 1:25. Fortunately, my hostel was really close and all I had to do was grab my pack and run to the bus station. So I ran down the street like a crazy person, grabbed my bag. Fortunately, the girl at the desk asked what was wrong and I explained so she said she would call the bus company and tell them I would be right there. I was just like, great you do that, and I will run. Unfortunately, NZ buses don't mess around. It was 1:37 by the time I turned the corner, two buses were pulling out, and I was dooooomed. I ran to the lady at the front desk at the bus depot and asked her to ask them to come back, but she said no and that the bus was full. Which I don't understand because I had a ticket. Then suddenly my savior, Shirley, appeared in a beat up manual diesel hatchback, with the windows perpetually locked, and an intentionally broken spedometer (so she doesn't have to pay some sort of road tax). Although, she says, every once in awhile she pays, so it's fine. She yelled at me, "GET IN!" So I did. And she was like "Were going to catch thoses buses." And I was cool with that. So she ended up driving me to the next town over, where I got on my bus. So I learned two things. Never underestimate the kindness of strangers in NZ, and never indulge yourself in a sandwich when you have one hour before your bus leaves. I hope I can repay Shirley's kindness to someone else in need.