Here's the thing. I was sitting in a pub last night, at a gig with 4 of the other volunteers. 4 people I barely know. So anyway I'm sitting in this pub (The Dogs Bollix) and watching this band. And suddenly it hits me. I'm at a pub over 10000 miles from home, with three brits and a german. How exactly did this happen? The people who used to ask me before I left if it had "hit me" yet, well last night it officially hit me. Very hard on the head, simulated the effects of drunkeness and then made me slander quite heavily the German man in the group. (Who had it coming admittedly but probably should not have got it like this).
But anyway, it hit me last night.
On the plus side Kiwi rock seems pretty cool. Downside, I now have to do four more weeks work with a person who I insulted in front of quite a few other people. Sounds like fun eh? Oh well, I've bought House and Black Books so I'm happy out.
Decided to set up a blog to document my travels( when I can be arsed that is).
