Northlands - Day 4

Nothing much happened today really. It was actually quite chilled out for once, not a normal thing for me when I'm on the road and on a mission to fit as much into the day as humanly possible regardless of what ungodly hour I have to get up in the morning. We left Maitai bay and stopped off at Rainbow Falls in Kerikeri for brunch before heading to Opito Bay to kill some time while we waited for my cousin, Matt, to finish work.

Rainbow Falls

Matt had arrived in Auckland a while ago and promptly pissed off up to Kerikeri to find work on account of the fact they were staying at an X Base hostel which are generally overpriced, unwelcoming and full of wankers and him and his two mates got over it and left for the work up here. There seems to be quite a bit of seasonal work up here, something I did enough of in Australia thankyouverymuch. That's not a side of backpacking I miss, working your arse off in a field for shit pay in the blazing sun. But a side of it I do really miss is sitting round a table with a bunch of people who until a week or two ago were complete strangers, having a chat, a drink and a laugh. NZ is very different from Oz in that respect an all, at least it is in Auckland.

Sunburn Cure?

My Cousin Matt

Aaaaanyways, we just chilled with our Matt at Aranga Backpackers for the night, witnessed a random German man rubbing cottage cheese into his sunburn (a brief reason as to why I can't eat cottage cheese at the bottom of this post), listened to them talk about their day thinning manderins and thanked my lucky stars I hadn't had to work in a field for a while before crashing out in the two spare beds in Matt's dorm.

Why I Can't Eat Cottage Cheese; A Psycholgically Scarring Account Of Inappropiate Comparisons.
When I was about 11 or 12, or maybe even 13, I don't really remember we had The Talk at school, a talk all the girls had about the ups and downs of puberty and becoming a young woman. It was all about periods and stuff and things and one of the things I remember was how to recognise if you have a problem "down there." We were told you'd have a discharge from your vagina similar to cottage cheese.
And that is why, to this day, every time I see cottage cheese I think of diseased minge and therefore can't put it in my mouth and now you will every time you open the fridge and reach for something to spread onto your Ryvita.

Bon Appetite.

written by

Koala Bear on January 6, 2009 from Kerikeri, New Zealand

from the travel blog: Tiny Little NZ Road Trip

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