So I've decided to stay in NZ for another two months. It's just my luck that the Thai people picked now to protest their government and of all places to take over, they take over the airport. And then India goes crazy too. Well it just wasn't meant to be...at least not right now.

So I've decided to settle in Christchurch. I was supposed to meet Jamey up in the north island, but I missed my flight...again. It wasn't completely my fault though, because I was getting a ride and I couldn't really tell them to speed up. Especially because if we did speed up, the car would have overheated. About every 100 km or so the Brazilians would have to pull over to put water in the car.

So I stayed at a hostel called the Stonehurst for a couple nights in Christchurch. It was there that I met the most disgusting person I have ever met in my life. He was a Polish man who could have easily been as young as 27 or as old as 37. He ate too much, smoked too much, and he had revolting facial hair. He was racist and sexist. He was also an alcoholic; he was drunk pretty much all day every day. One night at two in the morning he comes in and he turned on the light. Now normally, I'm not a person to reprimand strangers, especially when they are drunk because that is pretty useless. But when you disturb Kelly Gekas's sleep you don't know what you are messing with. So I told him no, and turned the light off. Then he turned it on again. Then I turned it off and told him that he wasn't the only person in the room (there were two other people sleeping) and he needs to respect that. So he started grumbling and cursing off in the corner. He kept saying "fuck you" among other things. He also said something about throwing me out the window. That was kind of funny actually. He ended up apologizing later, although it didn't seem very genuine. Maybe because he was drunk again.

So I moved to another hostel down the street, called "around the world" backpackers. It is probably the most dirty place I have seen so far. It's a very strange place. About 5 boys live there, different walks of life. I hardly ever see actual backpackers there. The youngest is Seamus, a 15 year old who was apparently dropped off by his dad two weeks ago. There's three other boys, Alex who does the dishes, T.K. who I'm not really sure what he does, and Brett. There are about 10 physical fights between the four of them a day. They have no plans on moving anytime soon.

Then there is Tony, a 40 year old somewhat washed up man. He has a ton of emotional baggage, and for some reason he tells me everything. It makes me somewhat uncomfortable because I don't really know what to say. He claims he wants to help people, but he seems to be stuck at the same time. I think he will be okay though, because he is going to school get a chef's certificate and from the way he cooks in that dirty nasty kitchen, I know he's talented.

A taxi driver got stabbed a block away last night. It's really strange because it's New Zealand...it's supposed to be safe right?

I am moving in to a flat on Monday, and I think I will have a job by the end of the week, so everything is going well.