As Neal and I are both blogging at the current moment, it is up to you, dear reader, to determine who is the best writer. I have my English major ass on the line, so please vote wisely and fairly. Here it is, finally. A write-off between Neal and I. He has been running from this for years, and I had to fly all the way to the bottom of the globe to get my match, but Neal can hide no more. We are in the same place, seeing the same things, laying in the same bed (or at least some of you prefer to think that), and having the same experiences. Those are the underlining rules. Now, as we both describe the moments, read his and confirm that he is the disgustingly bad writer I believe him to be.
Well, the trip is starting to get interesting now. We have moved out of the non-city called Auckland to get a bit more of the cultural experience, and thus far Christchurch has done an excellent job providing it. It is not like any city you have most likely been to. The best way to describe it is like a beautiful Southern British town filled with gardens, a lazy river, and pubs, without the one thing that usually ruins British towns--The British. So, to continue with the image, take this British town, remove all the Brits, and fill it with genuinely friendly, non-assuming Kiwis. I was finally reunited with amazing Greek food (kabobs and gyros) that I have missed with a passion since returning to the states. From here, we have rented a car and will take a popular path along the southern and western coasts to begin the outdoors entertainment that makes New Zealand so awesome. This includes: a swim with the dolphins in the South Pacific, a walk through a glacier on the Southern tip, a night cruise through the fjords and glaciers that supposedly look like Antarctica with some grass, and river rafting. This sounds more expensive than it really is, as deals are aplenty down here. Travelling through New Zealand is much different than travelling through Asia or Europe, as you essentially need a car to get around, cities are spread very far apart, and the focus is solely on the outdoors, not on the cities themselves. This gives a nice change to my big trip last year. After the southern tour, we plan to come back here for the National Rugby Championships which happen here on Saturday night (James A, if you are reading this, please send emails explaining what all the Rugby rules are, I am majorly lost when watching). That should be an interesting experience, as most of you know, Rugby down here is supported like football and baseball combined in the States.
After all this, on to Fiji to find our own little white beach to disappear on. That last sentence sounded more romantic than it was intended to, but again, when Neal comes around, seemingly gay experiences always seem to follow. If I have only half the romatic experiences with my wife that I have had with Neal the past ten years, she will be a very happy woman.
Bloggers might be less frequent the next few days, as we will be out in nature, but, like Mcdonalds, the internet never seems to be too far away, so we shall continue the write-off at a later time. God bless the Diamonbacks for finally beating that annoying Yankee team. I would sign my email 'Cheers' or something, but all you Americans who are attempting to sound Australian or like a Kiwi have ruined that term over the past few years, so I will just give you a good old-fashioned: Later Alligator.