Scaramouche!
So it seems I find myself in another land, filled with wonder and mystery. I wonder how people could ever drive on these crazy half-assed roads and I'm mystified at the speeds at which they do so.
Wellington, it's green and sunny at the moment, and I'm kind of bored. I suppose that's a part of the whole not knowing anyone thing.
It seems there isn't that many places available for rent in Wellington that aren't just stupidly priced in the $500 range for 2 bedrooms with no cats. Plus there aren't that many listed at all (less than a 5th of Aucklands listing on tard-me). Anything that looks promising is either being advertised for shits and giggles (update your shit people!) or is being looked after by totally incompetent flibbertigibbers who can't reply or call.
I'm currently in beautiful Khandallah, which is like living in the heart of Waitakere only steeper and considerably closer to town. Town itself is small and I only need look a direction to figure out how Peter and co. came up with the concept for Minas Tirith. Matt's place is about 5 minutes to the local train station. All the trains are electric I think meaning there's no real noise problem either plus there's many house-shaped sound-blocking objects in the way.
Overall, there are noticeably few "smash your 'ed in cunt" types around which makes me and my ipod feel a little better about public transport, also the bonus of the train only costing me $2 to get to town yesterday instead of 5 to 10 mortgages like it does in Auckland is quite refreshing.
I start work tomorrow in Thorndon, a lovely little area attached to or within town itself. I guess it's like Ponsonby only smaller and less snobby though the houses look similar - that restored villa look.
I was quietly tittering to myself while reviewing the paper in town yesterday. The front page was splattered with the horrors of transport in the middle of town... it taking like 15mins (!) to get from Northland to the centre of town due to the construction of new roads and bypasses and what have you and how it's such a shame and a certain key transport official thinks it's irrepairable and others think the opposite...
15 minutes?! Nigger plz, you know it's a traffic jam when you get to know the lives of the people in the other cars in the other 3 lanes coz you've all been stuck in these trenches for a couple of weeks with no supplies and a slim chance of an evac while Jerry gets so close you can smell the fish. And Wellington was telling Auckland to pipe down over it's earthquake yet their 'traffic jam' makes front page... sigh. The more things change the more they stay the same I guess.
Today I shall thrill myself with a trip to New World seeking delicious goods, and fingers crossed maybe even see David - if I don't get totally lost in between a few one way roads lined with cars and signs barking out orders for coupons and parking rights.
Wellington, it's green and sunny at the moment, and I'm kind of bored. I suppose that's a part of the whole not knowing anyone thing.
It seems there isn't that many places available for rent in Wellington that aren't just stupidly priced in the $500 range for 2 bedrooms with no cats. Plus there aren't that many listed at all (less than a 5th of Aucklands listing on tard-me). Anything that looks promising is either being advertised for shits and giggles (update your shit people!) or is being looked after by totally incompetent flibbertigibbers who can't reply or call.
I'm currently in beautiful Khandallah, which is like living in the heart of Waitakere only steeper and considerably closer to town. Town itself is small and I only need look a direction to figure out how Peter and co. came up with the concept for Minas Tirith. Matt's place is about 5 minutes to the local train station. All the trains are electric I think meaning there's no real noise problem either plus there's many house-shaped sound-blocking objects in the way.
Overall, there are noticeably few "smash your 'ed in cunt" types around which makes me and my ipod feel a little better about public transport, also the bonus of the train only costing me $2 to get to town yesterday instead of 5 to 10 mortgages like it does in Auckland is quite refreshing.
I start work tomorrow in Thorndon, a lovely little area attached to or within town itself. I guess it's like Ponsonby only smaller and less snobby though the houses look similar - that restored villa look.
I was quietly tittering to myself while reviewing the paper in town yesterday. The front page was splattered with the horrors of transport in the middle of town... it taking like 15mins (!) to get from Northland to the centre of town due to the construction of new roads and bypasses and what have you and how it's such a shame and a certain key transport official thinks it's irrepairable and others think the opposite...
15 minutes?! Nigger plz, you know it's a traffic jam when you get to know the lives of the people in the other cars in the other 3 lanes coz you've all been stuck in these trenches for a couple of weeks with no supplies and a slim chance of an evac while Jerry gets so close you can smell the fish. And Wellington was telling Auckland to pipe down over it's earthquake yet their 'traffic jam' makes front page... sigh. The more things change the more they stay the same I guess.
Today I shall thrill myself with a trip to New World seeking delicious goods, and fingers crossed maybe even see David - if I don't get totally lost in between a few one way roads lined with cars and signs barking out orders for coupons and parking rights.