I didn't even leave the hostel today. Butt glued to the couch, I worked furiously until I wrenched my eyes into a-3.00 glasses prescription via nearpoint fatigue. That's opto-speak for what happens to after staring for hours and hours at a computer - distance vision in the crapper. Happily, though, US taxes are complete!
I was supposed to be planning the next stage of my trip, but rain dripped and poured down all day, so I wasn't too inspired nor was I about to go exploring Picton. Luckily, I'd done that yesterday after my ferry cruise from Wellington. The seas were friendly as I crossed. Nary a soul was seasick (sorry for you last time, Josh!)
I've tentatively planned to go down to Blenheim and Kaikoura (both on the east coast of the south island), then do a little hiking on the St. James walkway. After which I figure I may be a little fatigued, so I've arranged to work at a backpackers in Oamaru for a week. (Hopefully they don't own any Lexuses.)
The final stages of my south island adventure will be taking in the deep south- Invercargill, Stewart Island (where everyone brags how they married their cousin) and finally, Dunedin, a college town, where I'll fly out April 7th to Auckland to partake in graduation.
During the previous six days in Wellington, I reconnected with my former students, transitioning our relationship to peers from supervisor-student. Three of them were flatting in a house together and graciously put me up for a while. Visiting people in their homes is such a treat, especially these guys, who were having their flat-warming party while I was there. I never can resist the opportunity to dress up. This time I was a red headed pirate.