Mr. Bear takes a ride courtesy of Wilson. I should expain about Mr. Bear. Annie got him from her mom a few years back when she was feeling low about being single when her sister was pregnant. Since then, Mr. Bear has seen her through good times and bad and is traveling with us here. He's become kind of a mascot and I've been reprimanded for making Mr. Bear drink too much and puke, hump Amber's leg affectionately, attempt to seduce fellow students and general naughtiness. He's just so pliable! And if you ask me, he was just waiting for an excuse.
Mr. Bear examines some of the music in the radio station.
The squid we made at the museum. Run free!
Ug. Last night we had a meeting about our next WWOOFing sites. We're starting another 5 day stint outside of Nelson on the south island next week. None of the cool places (like wineries and sheep farms) are taking volunteers right now so we are stuck at farms that either collect manure, want us to weed-whack or build fences. NOT the experience I wanted to have. We'll see how that goes. I'm really being driven nuts by one of our facillitators who is so easy-going that he's not directive in these meetings so they last two hours. And I didn't get my first pick, second, third but my fourth pick out of six sites. I'm not a happy camper. (I'm going to the weed whacking place unless I can get onto another site that has animals... we'll see.)
Otherwise! My time in Wellington has been great. It's really windy here all the time. Like, building-shaking, door-slamming kind of wind. It's super hilly and rainy, too. I feel right at home. The other night the girls and I went out on the town. We went to a 60's dance night which was a bit of a bust (but we had fun) and then found a super cool bar called the Mighty Mighty. We have 4 weeks of being in the country ahead of us so we're all itching to have some nightlife time before then. Last night the old lady crew stayed in while all the young kids went club hopping. We had too much fun the night before.
Hannah, Amber and me, comparing wrist veins. Hannah's make a "H". Mine are just a mess of blue.
Liz's graceful entrance through our balcony window.
Liz works it!
Amber making me laugh so hard I hit my head on the table. She said she was super horny and the smell of bacon wafting through the bar made her even hornier. Then she said maybe she should shove some bacon in her panties so "then someone might want to eat it".
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