Karori was a fun time, hike up a bunch of hills and then a bus ride home. This time I thought I would be smart and take a bike. Again I was totally foolish. Brooklyn was closer than Karori but it seemed like the hills were steeper. So to get to Brooklyn it took about an hour and I think I pushed my bike up the hills more then I actually rode it. Took some pictures at a cool look out and then made my way to the street where the house was on.
It must have been either me being sick or just a complete idiot but when I got the the street I rumaged through my bag to find the exact address. All I found in my backpack was a water bottle, my purse, and my action figure of Jean Luc Picard...no lined paper that I wrote the address on. I figured I had made it this far I might as well go door to door and hopefully luck out. The only lead I had was that the house was a number in the 20's. Good thing I'm polite and not ugly...six houses later and the last lady I talk to said "oh yeah the guys in the back." Even with the address I think I still would of been really confused.
I checkout the place, and it was a cute place with enough space to feel comfortable in a big bedroom. Nice backyard and three other gents to share it with. I wasn't going to make any decisions until I saw the place in Mount Victoria. The the one thing that I thought about was walking up those hills after work or having to walk up them in a stumbling manner all drunk...and of course still too out of the way from downtown.
It must have been either me being sick or just a complete idiot but when I got the the street I rumaged through my bag to find the exact address. All I found in my backpack was a water bottle, my purse, and my action figure of Jean Luc Picard...no lined paper that I wrote the address on. I figured I had made it this far I might as well go door to door and hopefully luck out. The only lead I had was that the house was a number in the 20's. Good thing I'm polite and not ugly...six houses later and the last lady I talk to said "oh yeah the guys in the back." Even with the address I think I still would of been really confused.
I checkout the place, and it was a cute place with enough space to feel comfortable in a big bedroom. Nice backyard and three other gents to share it with. I wasn't going to make any decisions until I saw the place in Mount Victoria. The the one thing that I thought about was walking up those hills after work or having to walk up them in a stumbling manner all drunk...and of course still too out of the way from downtown.
I jumped back on my bike and decided to rome around Brooklyn. It was a beautiful bike ride but I ended up riding my bike down a big hill. Thus making my trip up hill both ways.
At the top of one mini hill a random cat crossed the street and made it's way over to me. I stopped and he/she started being all cute and cuddley and rubbed it's face and self on my legs. What an adorable and random cat. It tried following me home, but really I think it could smell the half eaten sandwich in my bag.
So another trip done and done. Took some nice pictures of the area and made my way back to the hostel.
Two houses down and one left to check out. Due to the fact that I wasn't toally satisfied with the last two potential places and more then confident about the third place I decided to fork out $10 for a taxi. It was pouring rain and I didn't want to take the bus. I got to the intersection and quickly scoped out the area. It seem perfect. I was in contact via text messaging with the guy whose room I would be moving into. I guess out of safety he decided to send me the wrong address of the house and then send me the real address when I got there. Well because I had a new phone and hadn't charged it, after I went to the wrong address I wanted to call the dude and get everything sorted out, but to my dismay my phone was dead. So I didn't recieve the txt informing me of the correct address. Because I had used the money for the taxi I was one dollar short for a bus ticket. Soaking wet and totally disheartened, I reached out to a guy who was leaving his grilfriend's house. I asked him if he knew anyone that had a room for rent, he didn't but was a very nice man from Ireland and generously paid my missing bus fare. There are tons of helpful people. I've been lucky to meet alot of nice and helpful people on my trip.
The next day, I called the dude, who's name was Matt and we sorted out the mix up. I went back to check out the place and the day after the place was mine. I just couldn't let go of this place, it was perfect...and it's turned out for the best. Great roomates, close to town, only 5 busstops from downtown and $150/week. Perfect :)
-Even though I'm on the other side of the world, it's a small world. Matt who's room I'm taking is from Richmond Hill an dhim and his friend went to high school with my bf. Craziness.
At the top of one mini hill a random cat crossed the street and made it's way over to me. I stopped and he/she started being all cute and cuddley and rubbed it's face and self on my legs. What an adorable and random cat. It tried following me home, but really I think it could smell the half eaten sandwich in my bag.
So another trip done and done. Took some nice pictures of the area and made my way back to the hostel.
Two houses down and one left to check out. Due to the fact that I wasn't toally satisfied with the last two potential places and more then confident about the third place I decided to fork out $10 for a taxi. It was pouring rain and I didn't want to take the bus. I got to the intersection and quickly scoped out the area. It seem perfect. I was in contact via text messaging with the guy whose room I would be moving into. I guess out of safety he decided to send me the wrong address of the house and then send me the real address when I got there. Well because I had a new phone and hadn't charged it, after I went to the wrong address I wanted to call the dude and get everything sorted out, but to my dismay my phone was dead. So I didn't recieve the txt informing me of the correct address. Because I had used the money for the taxi I was one dollar short for a bus ticket. Soaking wet and totally disheartened, I reached out to a guy who was leaving his grilfriend's house. I asked him if he knew anyone that had a room for rent, he didn't but was a very nice man from Ireland and generously paid my missing bus fare. There are tons of helpful people. I've been lucky to meet alot of nice and helpful people on my trip.
The next day, I called the dude, who's name was Matt and we sorted out the mix up. I went back to check out the place and the day after the place was mine. I just couldn't let go of this place, it was perfect...and it's turned out for the best. Great roomates, close to town, only 5 busstops from downtown and $150/week. Perfect :)
-Even though I'm on the other side of the world, it's a small world. Matt who's room I'm taking is from Richmond Hill an dhim and his friend went to high school with my bf. Craziness.
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