The bus

Up and out early from our depressing and noisy hostel. I have developed the ability to sleep through anything, though. Today was our ferry crossing. The boat was quite large, and carried 1000 people. On the incredibly cold and windy deck I met most of our new contingent: John, Theresa, Kara, and Caty from England, and Ines, a non-elusive German woman. After the three-hour ride, we got on our new bus. Ironically, now that we have more ppl than we ever had, the bus is small, shitty, and nothing works. After a couple of hours we made it the Old MacDonald's Farm, located inside the Abel Tasman National Park. It is truly in the middle of nowhere, and features sheep and llamas.

I was feeling a bit glum today. I think it was because I'm not used to meeting a whole new group of people every day, and I was feeling like an outsider. I have to get better at just inserting myself into a group. Anyway, once we got to the Farm and started drinking and playing a card game called Shithead I started having fun.