More ready than ever to leave Auckland, I boarded the coach with the driver making some passing remark about my choice of snacks smelling out the cabin. To hell with it! I’d paid for this bus and if the other passengers were blessed with the fragrance of Thai Sweet Chilli then I would happily receiveContinue reading “3. Rotorua”
Category Archives: Journals
2. Auckland
The time of year I had chosen to arrive into Auckland was an another one of my impeccably bad calls. The final Sunday of the Christmas break before those sensible enough to not have given up on their jobs returned to work was hardly going to be the time to be tearing up the streets,Continue reading “2. Auckland”
1. Leaving
The bloke on the other side of the coach made it incredibly difficult to concentrate on the doubts I was having. The combination of his sobbing into the seat in front and very vocalised eating habits were not at all conducive to focussing my mind on the situation I had put myself in. I wantedContinue reading “1. Leaving”
Being Lost
“Where am I?”“What am I doing?”“What the fuck was that!?” Those are some of the questions I routinely find myself asking. Even before I left the comforts of the UK they would form a daily interrogation of unease at what my life had become. ‘Go to school, go to University, get a good job’ isContinue reading “Being Lost”
Ramblings of a Lost Englishman 