Cuba Bob Dylan

Well my dears, I know that it's been a while since I've blogged, but i figured that most of you don;t really care how many times i had coffee this week or where i sat contemplating life. So I'll spare you the boring details (well, most of them anyway) and tell you about more interesting things...such as meeting a fellow Canadian in my hostel who is so incredibly cool it's mind blowing. He biked here from Auckland on a beat up road bike with a giant bag on his back. This is no small feat ladies and gents, this guy is hardcore. I've spent some time chilling out with him...we've both been job hunting so we can mope about our unemployed-ness to each other.

I have also fallen irrevocably and unequivocally in love with Wellington. This is the city I am supposed to live in. Everything about it is friendly and beautiful. It is perfect. Simply perfect. I want to go to school here, i want to live here for real, i want this place so badly it hurts. It hurts to know that I've found this perfect place and I'm going to have to leave it. I have yet to find a part of the city that isn't full of life and spirit.

I went to a concert in the botanical gardens yesterday. The music was great, but what made it even better were the three random hippies up on stage, occasionally shaking some maracas, or beating a drum. They danced in the back ground, waving and jumping around. They loved life so much. I thought i loved life, but watching these guys grooving away onstage, as if unaware of the crowd, was beautiful. It was impossible to be unhappy while watching them. I wish that I loved life that much.

There is a guy on Cuba street who is known as "Cuba Bob Dylan". He's this kid with a guitar who plays Dylan to a tee. Not just the music though, he's got the voice, the hair, the clothes, hell, even the shoes. You ask anyone here about Cuba Dylan and they'll get this big smile on their face. He is so cool. He loves life too.

I went to a play last week, it was nice to get out and experience some culture. I haven't seen a play since Andrew's play in the summer, so it was well past due to take in some theatre. I'm going to another play tonight with some people from the hostel, which should be good.

I bought a bike. An old road bike. I'm super excited because walking around the city gets tiresome very fast. I don't have it yet, I bought it online, so I have to wait for the seller to give me their address before I can pick it up. The Canadian guy I met said he can help me with fixing it up (he's somewhat of a bike mechanic) so I'm really stoked

I have some new music, which i pirated off a friend's flatmate's computer. I miss some of my old stuff, but now i have a whole range of new stuff to check out.

And that's about it...did I mention I want to live here forever and never leave and be a happy Wellington hippie?
I love you all
Sydney :)

GAHHH!!! I WANT MY MUSIC BACK!

Well well well ladies and gents
I am back in the wonderful world of Wellywood...how's that for alliteration. I'm in the same hostel as last time, which is...mediocre. It's not bad, just a little cramped and the people aren't super friendly, or friendly, but only when they are completely smashed. I had a lovely conversation with a druck scottish girl last night about how she thought tattoos were useless self mutilation...
So what's happened recently...lets see...
I got tattoo- in Nelson, it's teeny. So teeny that the tattoo people mocked me for it...it didn't hurt as much as i thought it would. It's healing right now and itches a lot.

I moved- The trip was unspectaular...bus ride from Nelson, Ferry ride from Picton...i stayed awake this time, but it was a bit boring. Hiked to my hostel again blah blah blah nobody cares.

I lost all of my music to the internet monsters- This is what happens when you plug your i pod into an internet cafe computer, it swallows all of your music and you are left in shock, crying in the corner...or close to it. Luckily, i've made some friends here that have offered their music collections...but for now, let us mourn that which was lost.

I went job hunting-again...but in a new city this time. There may be some promise form my favorite Wellington cafe, Fidel's. They are hiring, which is terribly exciting as i would give my left arm to work there, well, left hand maybe...the arm could still be useful.

I saw a guy with a free hugs sign today, so i gave him a hug...it made me miss my free hugs t-shirt :(
Other than that, not too much has happened, I met up with someone i met in Nelson, and wandered around Wellington central looking for work. Wellington is fairly expensive, especially groceries, i almost had a heart attack last time i went for groceries. sorry to be boring, but i haven't had too many interesting things to say. Hopefully something will happen soon and I'll hav esomething cool to write about, but until then,
Love you all
Sydney :)

The good the bad and the unemployed

So, turns out i'm not bar waitress. I gave it a shot and i really hated it. I liked the people I was working with and the manager was nice enough, but the atmosphere was all wrong. So it's been an interesting few days. I got a job, had to move hostels, quit my job, had no way of getting paid from the afformentioned job...yesh, as it turns out, i need a kiwi bank account and a tax number. The account was easy enough to get, but it can take up to 10 days for a tax number to be issued. so it's going to be a while until i see that money.

Anyway, it was nice to spend a few more days with Brettona dn Aleah, although it was interesting, we were "together" again, but it still felt like we were travelling apart. We went to a jazz show in the park a few days ago and we met up with someone from our hostel. I convinced aleah to dance with me during a blues set, which was fab. Ollii (of course) was in town, so we met up with him at the park. I got talking to the drummer of one of the bands who invited the group of us out for drinks later. So us girls and Olli went and had philosophical discussions with Jazz musicians over beers. It was really cool. It had been a fun couple of days with the girls and this was our last night together. I'm glad i met up with them again.

It hit over the last couple of days that i'm really travelling on my own now. Bretton and Aleah continued south and i've sort of stagnated my journey here for a while. I had a rough couple of days where i just wanted to go home and let my parents raise me for a while longer, but i'm in a better place now. There has been a jazz festival in town for the last week or so i've been able to enjoy both the evening bar shows as well as the street performances. I've had few lazy days, lounging in parks and Cafes reading, writing, listening to jazz music and feeling generally bohemian.

So I think I'm going to go back to Wellington. Nelson is cool and everything, but I wish I would have spent more time in Wellington. And I meant, lets face it, I can do whatever I want right now :) I think i mugh try to get onto a day tour of Abel Tasman National park. It seems like it would be a nice thing to do, and I've spent a few days just hanging around town, so it's about time i got out an did something,
I'd write more, but quite honestly, i haven't got that much to say (and my internet is about to time out)
Love you all
Sydney :)