My blogging silence must end for three very important reasons: The bane of my existence (i.e. my thesis) is completed, submitted, and approved, and I have been ceremoniously acknowledged as a graduating Master of Dartmouth College! Cheers, mutha f[edited]s! I need to do something more productive than watch marathons of How I Met Your Mother, … Continue reading Gone Commando
One month ago today I hiked the Tongariro Crossing, said to be the best day hike in New Zealand, and today I hiked again for the first time since leaving New Zealand. As if I weren’t already feeling nostalgic, I met a hiker on my trek who told me he was planning a trip to … Continue reading Hello, Minibar
I’m currently rocking on the interisland ferry between the south and north island of New Zealand. An older woman carrying a vomit bag was just escorted by four gentleman toward what I’m guessing is the bathroom, or perhaps the backdoor. Meanwhile, Motion Sickness Jenny (i.e. me) is popping gummy worms like Valium in an … Continue reading Casino carpeting is just as nauseating as a rocking boat
TWENTY NINE DAYS OF FEBRUARY! Today on Skype, my mother informed me that on Leap Year, the tradition is for a woman to ask a man to marry her. Despite my entire extended family’s fear that I will never wed, I didn’t get the sense she was hinting at anything, which was nice considering my … Continue reading Hitchhiker’s Guide to NZ
When I was “planning” my trip to New Zealand, the idea of buying and reselling a car briefly manifested as I considered my options of transportation abroad. When I learned that Kiwis drive on the opposite side of the road, however, I abandoned the idea completely. I figured totaling a car would not aid … Continue reading Backwards Driving
Yesterday was Valentine’s Day in the States. You had my pity. My Valentine’s Day wasn’t that bad in terms of the usual, “I’m single; I hate Hallmark; people in love are stupid and annoying,” as much as it was miserable because I wanted to spear my workplace and light it on fire. (Of course, … Continue reading Post Valentine’s Day notes on Pre Valentine’s Day
Fergburger The first time I heard of Fergburger was the day I met Nicole. We were talking about things to do in Queenstown because I had just moved here, and she said there was this place that makes massively huge burgers. “They really are quite good,” she said in her German/Italian accent, and told … Continue reading Burgers on Ice
Milford Sound or Mil-fjord My trip to Milford Sound began most notably with my having to pee. It’s my own fault, really, because I always insist on having coffee when I wake up. But it’s also the bus’s fault because they took forever to leave Queenstown, picking everybody up from his/her respective hotels. By the … Continue reading Move over Iowa, this is Heaven
I hate bugs. The fat executioner guy in The Mummy says he hates bugs and then gets eaten by scarab beetles, so I suppose I should use caution when making that declaration, but they’re currently on my mind because I just saw the biggest spider on my wall, and then it disappeared. … Continue reading Spiders at Night and Stripping for Wasps
Move over San Francisco Flashback to Dunedin I’ve been meaning to post about my last day in Dunedin because I did something cool with Elena. We went to Baldwin Street, the STEEPEST STREET IN THE WORLD. When I think of steep streets (I want to say “sheep streets” whenever I reread that), I think of … Continue reading Move over San Francisco
They Call Me Fushilou 