As you can see, we really did explore just about the whole South Island. There is a common consensus among the locals that we have now seen more of New Zealand than most Kiwis have in their lifetime. Which is pretty cool.
So this, my friends, is a quick overview of what my life was like during those few weeks.
We traveled in style everyday. Only the best for us BYU girls:
|Our dear sweet van Helen|
|Yes, that hot pink wonder near the bottom is mine.|
|One attractive sleeper, eh?|
|Yep, Helen's seats recline! Told you she was shnazzy.|
|That's the face I make when I'm begging to get out of the car.|
Which I enjoyed from a distance because dem seals stank!
|I was more impressed than I look|
It's a deep pretty hole with a lot of rocks and caves and stuff. Or something like that...
And the Pancake Rocks at Punakaiki:
|Get it? the rocks look like stacks of pancakes. Clever|
We took a lot of awesome tourist pictures:
|And the proof of that is in the flock of asians kindly waiting their turn behind us|
|This is a long drop. It is essentially a port-a-potty. For some reason, James would not let us leave until we got a picture with it. "It's iconic!"|
|You don't have to ask me twice|
|hobbits hiding in the roots of the trees|
|me as Gollum|
How it came to be, I can't be sure. Some say it was a combination of packing for two weeks in half a carry on suitcase. Others argue it was the effect of constant driving to places full of people never to be seen again. I personally believe it was probably a combination of the two, plus the fact that cameras to capture every moment were a-plenty. Alright, I guess I can be sure. That was it.
That is what turned me into the South Island version of myself; a disgusting creature: Earl.
Earl has hair so matted and unruly that no brush would ever be able to manage the tangles:
|At least, I'm pretty sure it wouldn't make it. Can't say I ever tried.|
Earl moves in such a disturbing way that strangers feel the need to stop, stare, and document it for themselves:
|Yeah, basically I ran down the pier with my back hunched over and my hands flapping behind me. And this old guy thought it was so weird he took a picture of a complete stranger. Rude as. What if that's how I always ran?!|
|Cookie Time monster, my new best friend|
|And failing at it! See why Earl is such a disgrace?|
|There are just no words.|
But yeah I got quite the rep on South Island. I didn't realize it was as bad as it was until one fateful day when I was skyping my mom and my dear friend Sara came to say hello. She then continued to say, "Your daughter is my idol. I try to be just like her. I wear my hair in a bun on top of my head, and I never brush it. I never wear make up and I only shower sometimes. Plus I put crumbs in my hair." (Yeah I found food crumbs in my hair on several occasions. So what?) Also, my Valentine's note from our director Erika included the line, "and I love your philosophy on hygiene (who needs it?!)"
Let us all pray that Earl will remain eternally on South Island. Or at least have the decency to quit being captured on film.
Stay tuned for more adventures from the South Island!