When I left you last it was a Monday evening and I was heading off to get dinner. I'm pretty sure that night I headed off with Leon (the Englishman I roomed with) and Neil (a Welsh Rugby player and a friend of Leon) to Wendy's much to Leon's dismay. Neil was all about it because they had a '5 dollar chicken burger meal.' Neil spoke with such a thick Welsh accent so that I could barely understand about every 3 words that came out.
Continuing on with that night we traversed back across the street (Wendy's wasn't that far from the hostel) and went down into the Globe bar (the hostel's downstairs bar). My problem with trying to recount these next few nights is that I didn't write down my own personal journal during the next few days and I don't exactly remember what happened which night. I'm about to do my best to recount the nights chronologically.
On one of the first nights I met a Welshman named Gez who I quickly befriended as well an English girl named Marie. Like every night in the Globe bar, we played pool for an extended period of time and ended up meeting an Irishman named Mark. After a few hours in the bar we ended up playing one of the last games of pool against two Kiwi girls. Trash-talking galore between the two teams (Gez and myself versus...Jojo and Angry Kiwi Blonde) ultimately led to friendship and an invitation to another bar where they were going. Dylan (a kid from LA) and Angry Kiwi Blonde really hit it off together and walked off into the night, thankfully towards the next bar. Myself, Gez, Marie, and Mark followed about 2 blocks behind while Jojo and the other members of her group jumped in a car towards a bar named Forte.
See...I know the name of the bar now but when Jojo was explaining it to us none of us caught the name. We lazily chased Dylan and AKB hoping to make sure we caught their next turn before they turned down a street we couldn't see. It worked until about 2 blocks away from the bar when we lost them. We had no idea they turned down an alley and we just continued down the same side street we were already on. I suggested we stop and ask for directions to any bar that starts with an 'F.' Naturally, neither the Irishman nor the Welshman liked the idea and the English girl didn't think any of us would do it. The good news is we were passing a strip club and I could just ask the bouncer if there was any bar that starts with an 'F' and quickly directed us back two streets, down an alley, and it would be on the left.
Ok, really long story short, we stayed out until 6 in the morning. The night consisted of lots of drinking, lots of rounds bought by lots of varying peoples, and lots of flirting with women of varying nationalities. The most hilarious part of the night was when Marie commented on Jojo's purse asking if it was Chanel. Jojo said it was and quickly pulled out her Gucci wallet and Versace sunglasses. She quickly asked us what we thought she did for a living and I immediately and jokingly responded stripper. I got ready to fire back any comment she threw at me but instead she merely smiled and nodded. She continued on o explain to us that Forte, the bar in which we were currently patrons of, was the bar that many of the strippers in Auckland hung out with after their work day (or night). It was definitely one of my more fun nights and one of my more expensive.
The next few nights were comparably tame and were spent almost exclusively in the Globe bar playing pool with a variety of people though Marie, Gez, Mark, and Leon became my staple of friendship and I may have promised Mark a round at Pinehurst (Mom we may have an Irish visitor, refill the liquor cabinet).
On my last night in Auckland before I grabbed the train down to National Park I figured I would either call it a night around midnight or just stay up all night until I had to catch the train at 7 in the morning. Hanging out with the aforementioned crew you can assume which one I did and if you can't assume then you clearly have no idea who I am.
Instead of reiterating nearly everything I've already said I'll just show you a few pictures of the night which nearly mirrored the night I just explained with more alcohol and less strippers.
Like I said earlier, games of pool always begun the night at...
The Globe Bar! The Bar beneath the hostel.
Gez and I in the Globe bar...put too much cider in him and this happens...
Lying on the Auckland sidewalk screaming obscenities. Mark loves him too apparently.
The next bar! I have no idea what it's called but they served drinks in teapots!
And we turned those teapots into a neat little drinking fountain.
And we had quite a few of those teapots...
The stripper bar! Sans strippers. Mark may be ready to take his clothes off though so who knows...
I found a tree to climb! The cops who pulled up right as I climbed the tree thankfully didn't stop me.
Aaaaand a picture of six in the morning where Mark is 'this close' to getting another Guinness.
On a much less positive note I decided to trim my beard today. I plugged it into the adapter, plugged the adapter into the wall and flipped it on while standing in the bathroom. It buzzed for all of .2 seconds before I heard a loud POP and soon began smelling smoke coming from the actual trimmers. I AM NOT PLEASED. Because of this, instead of looking like an incredibly traditional mountain man, I have shaved my face. This is the first time in a LONG time it's been clean shaven. I am less pleased than if I could have just trimmed the damn beard...
Pictures of my new home and my freshly (and unhappily) shaved face coming soon as well as updates of what I've been doing in my new home coming soon.
Love and miss you all. (Especially you followers I don't know, that's just kind of fun)
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