Bussin’ all day

Yeah, seriously – 14 hours.

Had an inkling I wouldn’t be able to get any food all day, so grabbed a couple Massive McMuffins, sans muffins.

Great thing though is that through NakedBus I got a 10 trip pass for $169, so the trip from Auckland to Wellington (~900km) effectively cost me $17 bucks! The fucking 2km cab ride to the bus station cost more. Best option I could find flight-wise was about $200-250 bucks, and considering time isn’t an issue right now it was the thing to do.

Bus was decent enough, I was first on board, did my calcs and decided I wanted back left side – when travelling south for 14 hours it poses minimal risk to constant and inescapable solar exposure behind glass.

So pretty, so lonely.

The bus was quite empty from Auckland to Hamilton – except some chick came right down to the seat in front of me when there were dozens of other choices and plunked her fucking whinging child right in front of my seat.

How it feels:

So, within 15 minutes of leaving town her kid fucking SPEWS. Lovely puke smells circulating just nearby – fucking lovely. Of course this comes with a ton of crying and usual kid bullshit.

Bus stops at Hamilton, there’s a 45 minute delay because a connecting bus isn’t there yet – whatever – I go off to grab a bottle of water. Come back to the bus, fucking bitch has put her kid in my seat, and 3/4 of the bus has now filled up.

What a cunt thing to do.

I’ve got a special programming section in my brain that triggers me to not dwell on stuff like this, but man when I had to sit in a sunny seat that had NO ability to sheild from sunlight next to a fat chick for a few hours, you can be sure my thoughts wandered into dark locations best left unexamined.

In the end for a 14 hour bus ride it wasn’t too bad really.

We got stuck again for half an hour at Te Kuiti – problem with the door mechanisms or something. I was happy to get time to go for an explore.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Te_Kuiti#Tourism

The “Shearing Capital of the World” contains the world’s largest shearer, seven metres high.

Got me!

Stopped off in New Plymouth, lovely little beachside town from what I could tell from the few minutes I got there. Definitely worth another look.

After that, consider it’s mid afternoon, it’s another SEVEN hours. Yeah well the rest was decent enough.

By the time we got near Palmerston I started recognising scenery from last year’s visit.

And thinking of the times.