Year of the Kiwi

So I moved to my third hostel because the second one was really boring. The new one is more lively… problem is that there’s a French guy in my room that has really bad B.O. It’s like… WHHHEEWWW WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SMELL??? So I don’t know what I’ll do, maybe ask to another room, because my nose can’t handle it. You’d think with their big noses, the French can smell themselves.

 Internet access is pretty tough right now because there’s nothing on my street, and I can’t log on with my laptop at the hostel, so I can’t add pictures. Not that I have much to write about, the past few days have been pretty slow waiting for a response from some jobs I applied to. The highlight of my week was the rugby game I went to last night… Auckland vs. Taranaki… Taranaki was wearing black and yellow striped jerseys and looked like bees buzzing around the field.