Jesse left for Wanaka today, leaving me at the hostel with a total of like, two cool people. I'll be going solo for the next few days before I leave, hopefully hanging with Kev and Ev a bit before I leave. We saw the Crusaders play, which was sick. I had a blast, and came to the realization that, as true as Monteith's is the best beer, rugby is the best sport ever. MAYBE more than hockey. I love it, I bought a 150 dollar jersey because I was so jacked about it. Breakin' the bank, here.
Evan beat Jesse in an EPIC game of mini-putt yesterday. The course was a wild-west themed 18 hole-er, and we had a riot as Evan and Jess teeter-tottered until Evan came out the victor. Need to see more of that action.
Home soon, I am actually lookin' forward to it. I need to write a feature for Official Xbox Magazine when I get back (a re-write of one I did to accomodate some changes) on top of prepping to move to The Bay AND writing my regular OXMOnline.com feature. Whew, it's gonna be a busy-ass landing.
Speaking of ''busy-ass'', as a note to the parents: ''Sweet-As'' is a phrase that was IMMEDIATELY picked up down here by us. It's a local thing, and adding ''as'' to phrases like ''hard-as'' and ''soft-as'' will likely annoy the hell out of you. Sweet as what, you ask?
Doesn't matter.
Sweet as.
Talk to ya soon.
Mitchell Dyer
Monday, May 26, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
Parting
Well, it's the final Friday. We plan on getting hammered drunk before hitting town. It's mine, Gamble's and Shelby's (cool lady we met from Alberta) final Friday in Christchurch. I'm leaving next Wednesday, and Jesse's found a home in Wanaka with Paul the Englishman, a nice chap we traveled with in our van expedition.
We saw Indiana Jones, which by now, you all better have done. God damn, that was some good stuff. Ending kind of felt weak to me, Jesse was all but high fiving everyone, so you know it was a gooder. Nothing really exciting comes to mind for the last few days... I'm in to my final hundred, going to have to hit the bank account. Weak. Oh well. I will also need to find a travel agency/ print out a ticket to fly to Auckland next Wed.
Until then, we're living the boring life, I guess.
Mitchell Dyer
We saw Indiana Jones, which by now, you all better have done. God damn, that was some good stuff. Ending kind of felt weak to me, Jesse was all but high fiving everyone, so you know it was a gooder. Nothing really exciting comes to mind for the last few days... I'm in to my final hundred, going to have to hit the bank account. Weak. Oh well. I will also need to find a travel agency/ print out a ticket to fly to Auckland next Wed.
Until then, we're living the boring life, I guess.
Mitchell Dyer
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Brew-ha-ha
We're currently in a grocery store in Greymouth, where we are due to hit a Montieth's brewery tour. Montieth's, might you not know, is the greatest fucking beer on the planet. Pardon ma francais.
Nothing really exciting since we left. The only highlight was watching Holy Grail and The Last Starfighter on my iPod with the guys.
In a bottom bunk.
Together.
Sure, it was a gay little commune, Jesse and I leaning on Kent, but who are you to judge us?! Those movies are great! Do what you gotta do, I suppose. We ditched that hostel yesterday (it was in Wanaka, a scenic little town with not much to do) and Kent took us to the Blue Pools (famous for its pools, which are blue) and a big ass glacier that Jesse and I surely trespassed by touching. We later found that the ENTIRE thing was fenced off and we somehow eluded it. Oh well.
Got some photos for some later uploading.
Also, Jesse jumped off a cliff.
Videos to come.
Mitchell Dyer
Nothing really exciting since we left. The only highlight was watching Holy Grail and The Last Starfighter on my iPod with the guys.
In a bottom bunk.
Together.
Sure, it was a gay little commune, Jesse and I leaning on Kent, but who are you to judge us?! Those movies are great! Do what you gotta do, I suppose. We ditched that hostel yesterday (it was in Wanaka, a scenic little town with not much to do) and Kent took us to the Blue Pools (famous for its pools, which are blue) and a big ass glacier that Jesse and I surely trespassed by touching. We later found that the ENTIRE thing was fenced off and we somehow eluded it. Oh well.
Got some photos for some later uploading.
Also, Jesse jumped off a cliff.
Videos to come.
Mitchell Dyer
Friday, May 16, 2008
Law
We're back from a riotous evening at the Buffalo Club, where beer is four-odd dollars, and we're planning on going out again tonight. Yesterday was full of fun, as we hit up some jet boat ride and followed it up with watching Iron Man (for the THIRD time in two weeks) and wrapped it off with drunk.
Before heading out, however, Kent and I had to chat with a police officer who had been called to deal with us -- what we were doing, though, was nothing. Earlier in the day we had walked in to some private place and been caught, kicked out, and dealt with. No biggie. Later in the evening, a staffer came out with a flashlight and a walkie-talkie and immediately tried getting us to drive (drunkenly) away. Kent humbly refused to drive his van with 5 beers in his belly, and when the security fellow was informed by reception that having a van parked in front of a campground was legal, he called the police. Classy fellow.
Turns out he told the police we'd been caught breaking in the night before, and that I had been dragged to reception. This information is false, but there's nothing we could do about it. At least the officer was courteous enough to understand how retarded the situation was, but he still gave us a formal warning that we'd be in court if we broke in "again". I'm less than impressed with the campground (which has a 5 star rating, clearly only if you're shoveling dollars in to their register. Assholes.) and will likely be writing a formal letter to them, regardless of any outcome, the day we take off.
We wanted adventure, and I guess we're getting it. Ha. Anywho, I'm going back to cruising the Intertron before we take off and try and find something to do to kill time before heading out to drink tonight.
Sans police, I hope.
Mitchell Dyer
Before heading out, however, Kent and I had to chat with a police officer who had been called to deal with us -- what we were doing, though, was nothing. Earlier in the day we had walked in to some private place and been caught, kicked out, and dealt with. No biggie. Later in the evening, a staffer came out with a flashlight and a walkie-talkie and immediately tried getting us to drive (drunkenly) away. Kent humbly refused to drive his van with 5 beers in his belly, and when the security fellow was informed by reception that having a van parked in front of a campground was legal, he called the police. Classy fellow.
Turns out he told the police we'd been caught breaking in the night before, and that I had been dragged to reception. This information is false, but there's nothing we could do about it. At least the officer was courteous enough to understand how retarded the situation was, but he still gave us a formal warning that we'd be in court if we broke in "again". I'm less than impressed with the campground (which has a 5 star rating, clearly only if you're shoveling dollars in to their register. Assholes.) and will likely be writing a formal letter to them, regardless of any outcome, the day we take off.
We wanted adventure, and I guess we're getting it. Ha. Anywho, I'm going back to cruising the Intertron before we take off and try and find something to do to kill time before heading out to drink tonight.
Sans police, I hope.
Mitchell Dyer
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Road Trippin'
I am currently in an internet cafe beside Kent Miller, driver, owner, operator of our new mobile home. His van is our new sleeping area, and it is simultaneously our method of traversing the South Island. We left Christchurch some time yesterday, slept when Kent could no longer see the road through his haze of sleepiness, and then headed out on to the road to Queenstown.
The scenic drive here was gorgeous. Lots of great mountains/water/plains to see. Reminded me of home, almost. Jesse quoted Queenstown as "Banff without snow", which is about as good a description as any. It's a nice place, warm day today, too, so we're in the clear for some rockin' good times. There's really no agenda, except "I need to go home on the 28th", so we're doing what we can before then. I think we're coming back to Christchurch before I leave, I think I'm flying back to the north. I may or may not stop in Rotorua, we'll see how the funds are. I'd love to go Zorbing, and see what that place has to offer.
We saw Kevin and Evan play hockey against each other the other night, which was followed by a rockin' good time of a party at a hostel with a couple girls Kent knew. Pictures are on my Facebook if you haven't seen them yet (as are 60 others from our travels). I found myself quite in to the hockey game, and found myself missing it. I think there's a pair of skates I'll be purchasing this winter for public skating and shinny.
I'll talk you y'all before then, though.
Peace.
Mitchell Dyer
The scenic drive here was gorgeous. Lots of great mountains/water/plains to see. Reminded me of home, almost. Jesse quoted Queenstown as "Banff without snow", which is about as good a description as any. It's a nice place, warm day today, too, so we're in the clear for some rockin' good times. There's really no agenda, except "I need to go home on the 28th", so we're doing what we can before then. I think we're coming back to Christchurch before I leave, I think I'm flying back to the north. I may or may not stop in Rotorua, we'll see how the funds are. I'd love to go Zorbing, and see what that place has to offer.
We saw Kevin and Evan play hockey against each other the other night, which was followed by a rockin' good time of a party at a hostel with a couple girls Kent knew. Pictures are on my Facebook if you haven't seen them yet (as are 60 others from our travels). I found myself quite in to the hockey game, and found myself missing it. I think there's a pair of skates I'll be purchasing this winter for public skating and shinny.
I'll talk you y'all before then, though.
Peace.
Mitchell Dyer
Monday, May 12, 2008
Fast Times
For the uninformed, if you want to chat with us while we're away, you can comment on the blog posts of your choice. Click where it says "0 Comments" (or whatever number it is) and you can leave a comment or whatever that we can respond to.
In other news, New Zealand is pretty cool so far. We've still not done anything extraordinary, but we're working on it. We plan on ditching Christchurch on Tuesday and hitting Queenstown with Kent Miller. I think, from there, the plan is to move north to Auckland and see as much shit as we can before my flight on the 28th. I haven't lost anything yet, which is kind of a new thing for me. Granted, some dude did toss me my passport after I lost it where-ever-the-hell, I don't know. At least it was at the hostel.
Everyone had a riot of a drunken night the other night (I had to call it an early night after a ridiculous headache had me puking, instead) so that was cool. Still nothing outstanding that we haven't done at home --- I have coffee every morning, and Jesse and and I eat out daily.
When we hit the road, I will let you know. Interesting adventures should follow.
- Mitchell Dyer
In other news, New Zealand is pretty cool so far. We've still not done anything extraordinary, but we're working on it. We plan on ditching Christchurch on Tuesday and hitting Queenstown with Kent Miller. I think, from there, the plan is to move north to Auckland and see as much shit as we can before my flight on the 28th. I haven't lost anything yet, which is kind of a new thing for me. Granted, some dude did toss me my passport after I lost it where-ever-the-hell, I don't know. At least it was at the hostel.
Everyone had a riot of a drunken night the other night (I had to call it an early night after a ridiculous headache had me puking, instead) so that was cool. Still nothing outstanding that we haven't done at home --- I have coffee every morning, and Jesse and and I eat out daily.
When we hit the road, I will let you know. Interesting adventures should follow.
- Mitchell Dyer
Friday, May 9, 2008
Cafe
We're at an internet cafe (and I mean "Kay-F' - not "Ca-fay"!) with little to say right now. Jess is beside me once again and we're just relaxing. We had a doozy of a dance filled night last night at what might be the BEST BAR IN THE WORLD. I say that in the sense that you can bump in to folks on the dance floor and not get fucking stabbed or anything. That, and it was kind of classy. Dress shirts, live band, nice couches. Good stuff.
Gamble has had little to no volume in his voice for the entire trip, and I find it both ammusing and depressing at the same time. I think he's downed an entire pack of throat thingers (they're succrets, with a different name) and each pack has like 20 pieces. Wow.
In other news, patying with Miller is like, the best thing ever. That kid is a monster, and it's impossible to keep up with him. It's also impossible to keep track of his ass. That kid's wild, and it's a riot. Good game, sir.
I'm keeping a journal, as I mentioned a couple posts ago, and it's being updated less and less by the day. It went from every 30 minutes, to an hour, to every other day or so I think. Trying to keep that updated as much as I can, interspersing it with this blog dealie. I'll likely have to type up the journal entries and print 'em off for folks to read.
There's no way anyone is going to be able to read that mess. I can't.
Anywho, talk to y'all soon. Back to exploring Christchurch as we try and find our $18/night hostel.
Thumbs up.
Mitchell Dyer
Gamble has had little to no volume in his voice for the entire trip, and I find it both ammusing and depressing at the same time. I think he's downed an entire pack of throat thingers (they're succrets, with a different name) and each pack has like 20 pieces. Wow.
In other news, patying with Miller is like, the best thing ever. That kid is a monster, and it's impossible to keep up with him. It's also impossible to keep track of his ass. That kid's wild, and it's a riot. Good game, sir.
I'm keeping a journal, as I mentioned a couple posts ago, and it's being updated less and less by the day. It went from every 30 minutes, to an hour, to every other day or so I think. Trying to keep that updated as much as I can, interspersing it with this blog dealie. I'll likely have to type up the journal entries and print 'em off for folks to read.
There's no way anyone is going to be able to read that mess. I can't.
Anywho, talk to y'all soon. Back to exploring Christchurch as we try and find our $18/night hostel.
Thumbs up.
Mitchell Dyer
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