31st January 2009
Happy Birthday H man
Day 116
Got the Kiwi Experience coach to Mercury Bay today. It's well nice. Plus it's my sisters birthday today! Happy Birthday Harriet. I said we can go out when I get back but she pointed out that when I get home it will be closer to her next birthday than to the one just gone.
Showing posts with label january 2009. Show all posts
Showing posts with label january 2009. Show all posts
Thursday, 5 February 2009
Day 115 Auckland
30th January 2009
Auckland
Day 115
Went on a free tour of Auckland but didn't enjoy it fully due to my head hurting. That's not very interesting is it? Maybe I should make someting up...
Today I adopted a monkey and met Kevin Bacon.
That's better.
Auckland
Day 115
Went on a free tour of Auckland but didn't enjoy it fully due to my head hurting. That's not very interesting is it? Maybe I should make someting up...
Today I adopted a monkey and met Kevin Bacon.
That's better.
Day 114 Return of the Erik!
29th January 2009
YAY!
Day 114
Erik's back. Free beer at the bar. Free food at the hostel. This is a pretty good day!
YAY!
Day 114
Erik's back. Free beer at the bar. Free food at the hostel. This is a pretty good day!
Day 113 Conversing
28th January 2009
Conversing
Day 113
Had an intelligent conversation with the Canadian guys in my room about politics, countries and values. Then the English guys in the room walked in and the conversation turned to drinking.
Conversing
Day 113
Had an intelligent conversation with the Canadian guys in my room about politics, countries and values. Then the English guys in the room walked in and the conversation turned to drinking.
Tuesday, 3 February 2009
Day 110 Kayaking
25th January 2009
Kayaking around the Bay of Islands
Day 110
So I splashed out today on hiring a kayak. At first, I got to the kayak place and decided I couldn't afford the $20 for the hire so opted out. Then the manager guy overheard me and offered it to me for $10. So I did.
There was me, Joanna (from Sweden), Christina and Louisa (Denmark) and we decided to kayak out to one of the small islands that apparently had a secret beach at the back of it that no one could see from the mainland.
We were paddling against the tide and within 5 minutes I regretted coming out at all as it was so tiring. Quietly muttering expletives about how I hate exercise and how kayaking is the worst thing in the world, my bum was wet, my back hurt and I was behind everyone else.
We got to the back of the island and to the beach and sat chatting for about an hour. It was so cool. I quickly forgot about my hatred for kayaking. The sand was so colourful and made up of bits or multi-coloured cracked shell. I've never seen anything like it.
On my way back to the mainland in my kayak, the journey was much better. We took our time going back and floated easily to the shore. It was so nice and now I love kayaking!
Oh and I was chilling writing in my diary at night by the beach and this drunk kid sat down next to me and started chatting rubbish. Then his 3 friends turned up and they pretended all to be 18 years old. One of the lads shouted out at a girl 'hey girls my name is Spencer but you can call me tonight'. What a line.
Kayaking around the Bay of Islands
Day 110
So I splashed out today on hiring a kayak. At first, I got to the kayak place and decided I couldn't afford the $20 for the hire so opted out. Then the manager guy overheard me and offered it to me for $10. So I did.
There was me, Joanna (from Sweden), Christina and Louisa (Denmark) and we decided to kayak out to one of the small islands that apparently had a secret beach at the back of it that no one could see from the mainland.
We were paddling against the tide and within 5 minutes I regretted coming out at all as it was so tiring. Quietly muttering expletives about how I hate exercise and how kayaking is the worst thing in the world, my bum was wet, my back hurt and I was behind everyone else.
We got to the back of the island and to the beach and sat chatting for about an hour. It was so cool. I quickly forgot about my hatred for kayaking. The sand was so colourful and made up of bits or multi-coloured cracked shell. I've never seen anything like it.
On my way back to the mainland in my kayak, the journey was much better. We took our time going back and floated easily to the shore. It was so nice and now I love kayaking!
Oh and I was chilling writing in my diary at night by the beach and this drunk kid sat down next to me and started chatting rubbish. Then his 3 friends turned up and they pretended all to be 18 years old. One of the lads shouted out at a girl 'hey girls my name is Spencer but you can call me tonight'. What a line.
Day 109 Paihia
24th January 2009
Paihia, the Bay of Islands
Day 109
1st day of my Kiwi Experience coach tour of NZ. Am up north now in the Bay of Islands at a place called Paihia. It's well impressive! The views from the beach are fantastic, not just the ocean but all the little islands dotted about. Everyone I met on the bus are all doing activities up here (dolphin watching, boat tours, even skydiving!). Not me though.
Going to a BBQ tonight with everyone so that should be fun!
Paihia, the Bay of Islands
Day 109
1st day of my Kiwi Experience coach tour of NZ. Am up north now in the Bay of Islands at a place called Paihia. It's well impressive! The views from the beach are fantastic, not just the ocean but all the little islands dotted about. Everyone I met on the bus are all doing activities up here (dolphin watching, boat tours, even skydiving!). Not me though.
Going to a BBQ tonight with everyone so that should be fun!
Tuesday, 27 January 2009
Day 108 Time to check the bank balance
23rd January 2009
Deep breath, check balance
Day 108
OK I feel better today. That's good.
Decided to check my bank balance. That may be not so good.
Since coming to New Zealand everyone I've been talking to are visiting here for one month to six weeks. When they ask me how long I'm here for I tell them 4 months. Then they laugh. Since arriving in Auckland (NZ's biggest city) it became apparent that there isn't that much to do. I thought it'd be like a mini-Sydney, but it isn't. What the hell am I gonna do for 4 months?!
Plus I checked my bank balance today. The less said about that the better.
So today consisted of the Kiwi Experience office (which I walked to to save the bus fare) to book the first leg of my route around NZ, then to the Quantas office to change my flights, which cost 60 quid! Instead of 4 months here I managed to get it changed to 2 months. So that should save some money for Thailand and Thailand is loads cheaper.
Deep breath, check balance
Day 108
OK I feel better today. That's good.
Decided to check my bank balance. That may be not so good.
Since coming to New Zealand everyone I've been talking to are visiting here for one month to six weeks. When they ask me how long I'm here for I tell them 4 months. Then they laugh. Since arriving in Auckland (NZ's biggest city) it became apparent that there isn't that much to do. I thought it'd be like a mini-Sydney, but it isn't. What the hell am I gonna do for 4 months?!
Plus I checked my bank balance today. The less said about that the better.
So today consisted of the Kiwi Experience office (which I walked to to save the bus fare) to book the first leg of my route around NZ, then to the Quantas office to change my flights, which cost 60 quid! Instead of 4 months here I managed to get it changed to 2 months. So that should save some money for Thailand and Thailand is loads cheaper.
Day 107 WHY?
22nd January 2009
WHY?
Day 107
Hungover.
Can still taste kebab from last night.
Feel sick and stupid especially after all the stuff I blogged about drinking sensibly recently.
WHY?
Day 107
Hungover.
Can still taste kebab from last night.
Feel sick and stupid especially after all the stuff I blogged about drinking sensibly recently.
Day 106 Ice, ice baby
21st January 2009
Ice, ice baby
Day 106
Met up with my friend Erik who I first met 3 months ago in Brisbane.
Fell off the wagon.
We stocked up on drinks in happy hour and soon were feeling the effects. Then we went to a bar that was made of ice (although how we got there is a mystery). It was really good inside - the photos looked like it was good anyway, but we got kicked out for making our own cocktails. Well when all the ingredients are left on a table and there are drunk English and Dutch people around with empty glasses and no staff, there is only one way the situation can go.
Plus I did something that I haven't done since I was 18 - I had a kebab!
Ice, ice baby
Day 106
Met up with my friend Erik who I first met 3 months ago in Brisbane.
Fell off the wagon.
We stocked up on drinks in happy hour and soon were feeling the effects. Then we went to a bar that was made of ice (although how we got there is a mystery). It was really good inside - the photos looked like it was good anyway, but we got kicked out for making our own cocktails. Well when all the ingredients are left on a table and there are drunk English and Dutch people around with empty glasses and no staff, there is only one way the situation can go.
Plus I did something that I haven't done since I was 18 - I had a kebab!
Day 105
20th January 2009
I'm leaving on a jet plane
Day 105
Left Sydney today and was really happy to leave. I think maybe one month was too long to stay there for. Arrived at my hostel in Auckland, New Zealand at 11pm. Was quite awake so went for a stroll around the town and everywhere was dead! It was like a ghost town.
I'm leaving on a jet plane
Day 105
Left Sydney today and was really happy to leave. I think maybe one month was too long to stay there for. Arrived at my hostel in Auckland, New Zealand at 11pm. Was quite awake so went for a stroll around the town and everywhere was dead! It was like a ghost town.
Day 104 The story of Zippy
19th January 2009
Zippy
Day 104
Final day in Sydney today and I went for a stroll up to Circular Quay to take some pictures of my Zippy doll (from Rainbow) to put on the group 'Kelly and Zippy go travelling' on Facebook.
To explain, before I came away my friends Jennie gave me one of her Zippy toys to travel with. OK so maybe it doesn't make much sense. Anyway we have Zippy in Japan pictures and now Zippy in Oz pictures.
I'm looking forward to going to New Zealand but it doesn't feel real yet. Just chilling out before I leave tomorrow. At night I couldn't sleep so I sat in front of the TV. It was all quiet until these two people burst in. They were so good entertainment!
There was a guy from South Africa and a girl from America. Both were drunk.
The girl kept saying how everyone in the world in beautiful and we should tell everyone they are beautiful and we should all just be ourselves and love ourselves, etc, etc you get the idea.
The guy was chatting a lot of rubbish really then exclaimed that most people think he is a preacher and when the girl asked why he paused for a while and said, 'because I make people think and that is a gift'. God knows how anyone would be able to think if it wasn't for him. We have a lot to be grateful for for him giving us the gift of thought. Then they rolled a joint and went outside.
I'm going to miss random drunk people!
Zippy
Day 104
Final day in Sydney today and I went for a stroll up to Circular Quay to take some pictures of my Zippy doll (from Rainbow) to put on the group 'Kelly and Zippy go travelling' on Facebook.
To explain, before I came away my friends Jennie gave me one of her Zippy toys to travel with. OK so maybe it doesn't make much sense. Anyway we have Zippy in Japan pictures and now Zippy in Oz pictures.
I'm looking forward to going to New Zealand but it doesn't feel real yet. Just chilling out before I leave tomorrow. At night I couldn't sleep so I sat in front of the TV. It was all quiet until these two people burst in. They were so good entertainment!
There was a guy from South Africa and a girl from America. Both were drunk.
The girl kept saying how everyone in the world in beautiful and we should tell everyone they are beautiful and we should all just be ourselves and love ourselves, etc, etc you get the idea.
The guy was chatting a lot of rubbish really then exclaimed that most people think he is a preacher and when the girl asked why he paused for a while and said, 'because I make people think and that is a gift'. God knows how anyone would be able to think if it wasn't for him. We have a lot to be grateful for for him giving us the gift of thought. Then they rolled a joint and went outside.
I'm going to miss random drunk people!
Day 103 Title shmitle
18th January 2009
Erm, no title
Day 103
So today I watched an episode of Red Dwarf at the hostel. There hasn't been much partying that I've been participating in since the incident hence much, much longer blog entries that go further than, 'Today I was hungover' and with my new spare time expand into something that looks more like an essay concerning new adopted attitudes towards life and conversing with drunk people - more specifically intoxicated young males.
In the hostel is where most of my time is being spent. Tonight I read my book (Tess of the D'Urbervilles) in front of the TV. A drunk Swede stood directly in front of me and started discussing Sydney. It was as if he had just been in a conversation with someone else who had just left so he was continuing the conversation with me. He just jumped right in there!
He was telling me the impressions of the city (not that I asked) then when he finished he smiled like a simple child, and walked off. Drink, eh?
Erm, no title
Day 103
So today I watched an episode of Red Dwarf at the hostel. There hasn't been much partying that I've been participating in since the incident hence much, much longer blog entries that go further than, 'Today I was hungover' and with my new spare time expand into something that looks more like an essay concerning new adopted attitudes towards life and conversing with drunk people - more specifically intoxicated young males.
In the hostel is where most of my time is being spent. Tonight I read my book (Tess of the D'Urbervilles) in front of the TV. A drunk Swede stood directly in front of me and started discussing Sydney. It was as if he had just been in a conversation with someone else who had just left so he was continuing the conversation with me. He just jumped right in there!
He was telling me the impressions of the city (not that I asked) then when he finished he smiled like a simple child, and walked off. Drink, eh?
Day 102 The mystery of the warm, wet dripping
17th January 2009
The mystery of the warm, wet dripping
Day 102
The Italian guy in my room snores. It is really loud, then sometimes he starts choking - then it's back to snoring again. Woke me up several times.
The I heard a big thud. The Canadian guy on the bunk above me fell out of his bed. Everyone woke up. He said he was ok but was moaning 'ow' as he limped out of the room to go to the toilet. We would have all been in stitches if we weren't so tired.
I went back to sleep but was woken up again. I heard something rustling and thought a rodent was in a carrier bag on the floor. I shook the bag to see what the noise was but felt that it was wet. Then I noticed it was a drip coming from the ceiling. It was warm water from something upstairs that was dripping on the carrier bag in big blobs and making the noise.
So I moved the bag and all my stuff to one side so it wouldn't get wet and went back to sleep.
In the morning, most people had left the room. It was just me, Vlad, Sarah and a big wet patch on the floor. I told them about the dripping and they looked at me funnily. I knew what they were thinking - they thought that it was piss, more specifically piss from the drunk Canadian guy in the bunk bed above me taking a leak from his bed at night - maybe to avoid falling out of bed again whilst trying to get down. 'It wasn't piss!' I said. It definately wasn't though, I knew for sure. We started to guess where the water had come from and wondered if one of the washing machines in the room above us had broken down and leaked in the night.
Later that day, Sarah went to put some washing on and noticed that the laundry wasn't in the room above us. Above us was another bedroom and they had no idea about anything leaking or being spilt in the night. They asked Sarah if it could be piss. I said that maybe a pipe burst in the night and that could be it. Housekeeping came in soon after and I asked them if the dripping and the water mark on the floor could be from a burst pipe. They said there were no pipes in the ceiling above. They said, 'are you sure it's not piss?'.
Oh man I know the difference between a slow drip coming from the ceiling and someone taking a leak. Maybe we'll never find out what it was, unless the Canadian guy says he urinated from the top bunk which will mean I definately don't know the difference. And also will mean I touched his urine.
I'm sure it wasn't though!...
The mystery of the warm, wet dripping
Day 102
The Italian guy in my room snores. It is really loud, then sometimes he starts choking - then it's back to snoring again. Woke me up several times.
The I heard a big thud. The Canadian guy on the bunk above me fell out of his bed. Everyone woke up. He said he was ok but was moaning 'ow' as he limped out of the room to go to the toilet. We would have all been in stitches if we weren't so tired.
I went back to sleep but was woken up again. I heard something rustling and thought a rodent was in a carrier bag on the floor. I shook the bag to see what the noise was but felt that it was wet. Then I noticed it was a drip coming from the ceiling. It was warm water from something upstairs that was dripping on the carrier bag in big blobs and making the noise.
So I moved the bag and all my stuff to one side so it wouldn't get wet and went back to sleep.
In the morning, most people had left the room. It was just me, Vlad, Sarah and a big wet patch on the floor. I told them about the dripping and they looked at me funnily. I knew what they were thinking - they thought that it was piss, more specifically piss from the drunk Canadian guy in the bunk bed above me taking a leak from his bed at night - maybe to avoid falling out of bed again whilst trying to get down. 'It wasn't piss!' I said. It definately wasn't though, I knew for sure. We started to guess where the water had come from and wondered if one of the washing machines in the room above us had broken down and leaked in the night.
Later that day, Sarah went to put some washing on and noticed that the laundry wasn't in the room above us. Above us was another bedroom and they had no idea about anything leaking or being spilt in the night. They asked Sarah if it could be piss. I said that maybe a pipe burst in the night and that could be it. Housekeeping came in soon after and I asked them if the dripping and the water mark on the floor could be from a burst pipe. They said there were no pipes in the ceiling above. They said, 'are you sure it's not piss?'.
Oh man I know the difference between a slow drip coming from the ceiling and someone taking a leak. Maybe we'll never find out what it was, unless the Canadian guy says he urinated from the top bunk which will mean I definately don't know the difference. And also will mean I touched his urine.
I'm sure it wasn't though!...
Saturday, 17 January 2009
Day 101 Drunk Boys
16th January 2009
Drunk Boys
Day 101
I think I'm ready to leave Sydney.
Have not been drinking alcohol since the incident. At 10pm I went into my room and there was a party kicking off although 4 out of the 5 people in there I had never seen before (usually it's just the people who sleep in the room that are in there so this was quite odd). The tunes were pumping (good) but someone had spilt goon on my bed (bad).
One Canadian guy was trying to convince me to go out with them. I explained to him why I wasn't drinking and even showed him the huge cut running along the back of my head to which his first reaction was 'nice!' followed by trying to tell me that if I drunk some goon it would make my head feel better... and so the traveller's drinking habits are revealed - but not for me. You can keep your goon Mr. Canadian man. Enjoy your hangover while my head heals (the lump on it is scarily big).
Hoping no more goon would be spilt on my bed sheets I left them to their lil' party and went to watch the film 'Old School' with the other people in the hostel who had their own reasons for staying in on a Friday night. Needless to say, there weren't many of us.
Unluckily for me the Swedish guy who sat next to me on the sofa was drunk and had seen the film many, MANY times before and felt the need to show us how cool he was by saying the punchlines of the jokes in the film before they were due and laughing so loud while eating Crunchy Nut Cornflakes straight from the box. You know this is the guy everyone hates at the cinema.
When the film had finished, a really drunk American guy with a mohican appeared and sat next to me, helping himself to my bottled water before I had a chance to say, 'help yourself'. He demanded to know why I wasn't coming to the bar so I told him about my recent hospital visit to which he replied, 'but if you don't come to the bar we aren't going to be able to make out'. It was amusing but I wasn't convinced and declined the offer. He strangely shook my hand and staggered off.
Drunk Boys
Day 101
I think I'm ready to leave Sydney.
Have not been drinking alcohol since the incident. At 10pm I went into my room and there was a party kicking off although 4 out of the 5 people in there I had never seen before (usually it's just the people who sleep in the room that are in there so this was quite odd). The tunes were pumping (good) but someone had spilt goon on my bed (bad).
One Canadian guy was trying to convince me to go out with them. I explained to him why I wasn't drinking and even showed him the huge cut running along the back of my head to which his first reaction was 'nice!' followed by trying to tell me that if I drunk some goon it would make my head feel better... and so the traveller's drinking habits are revealed - but not for me. You can keep your goon Mr. Canadian man. Enjoy your hangover while my head heals (the lump on it is scarily big).
Hoping no more goon would be spilt on my bed sheets I left them to their lil' party and went to watch the film 'Old School' with the other people in the hostel who had their own reasons for staying in on a Friday night. Needless to say, there weren't many of us.
Unluckily for me the Swedish guy who sat next to me on the sofa was drunk and had seen the film many, MANY times before and felt the need to show us how cool he was by saying the punchlines of the jokes in the film before they were due and laughing so loud while eating Crunchy Nut Cornflakes straight from the box. You know this is the guy everyone hates at the cinema.
When the film had finished, a really drunk American guy with a mohican appeared and sat next to me, helping himself to my bottled water before I had a chance to say, 'help yourself'. He demanded to know why I wasn't coming to the bar so I told him about my recent hospital visit to which he replied, 'but if you don't come to the bar we aren't going to be able to make out'. It was amusing but I wasn't convinced and declined the offer. He strangely shook my hand and staggered off.
Day 100 Rethinking Drinking
15th January 2009
Rethinking Drinking and my new Philosophy
Day 100
Well it's been 100 days of travelling! What a milestone.
After my recent trip to hospital though I have been thinking a lot. I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't drink so much. All these forgotten moments and hospital visits are a waste of time and money.
Ok, so lots of funny things happen and people laugh but what's the point if I can't remember any of it. Drink less = remember more. And NO GOON. Just say no to goon (really cheap boxed wine, an Australian thing). Alcohol in excess is bad and leads to bad things. My nose still hurts from the headbutting not long ago and now my head had the biggest, most painful lump on the back with a huge slash across it. It hurts but I suppose that is to be expected.
So after 100 days of travelling I have learnt so much about people, friendship and so forth. Also I have adopted a new philosophy - 'quality and quantity' (when I spoke to my sister on the phone about this she laughed but I'm being serious). The phrase is relevant to so many things in life - drink, food, clothes, dates.
It is scary to think about what happened the other night, but I've ended up in hospital before like the time I got hit by a bus or when I woke up in hospital in Portugal. All alcohol related. Well not just from drinking alcohol but from drinking in severe volumes. It's not good.
Although a lot of people find my stories funny and all, it's not worth it and almost always leads to truoble. Or in my case - hospital.
Rethinking Drinking and my new Philosophy
Day 100
Well it's been 100 days of travelling! What a milestone.
After my recent trip to hospital though I have been thinking a lot. I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't drink so much. All these forgotten moments and hospital visits are a waste of time and money.
Ok, so lots of funny things happen and people laugh but what's the point if I can't remember any of it. Drink less = remember more. And NO GOON. Just say no to goon (really cheap boxed wine, an Australian thing). Alcohol in excess is bad and leads to bad things. My nose still hurts from the headbutting not long ago and now my head had the biggest, most painful lump on the back with a huge slash across it. It hurts but I suppose that is to be expected.
So after 100 days of travelling I have learnt so much about people, friendship and so forth. Also I have adopted a new philosophy - 'quality and quantity' (when I spoke to my sister on the phone about this she laughed but I'm being serious). The phrase is relevant to so many things in life - drink, food, clothes, dates.
It is scary to think about what happened the other night, but I've ended up in hospital before like the time I got hit by a bus or when I woke up in hospital in Portugal. All alcohol related. Well not just from drinking alcohol but from drinking in severe volumes. It's not good.
Although a lot of people find my stories funny and all, it's not worth it and almost always leads to truoble. Or in my case - hospital.
Day 99 The 'Hose Guy'
14th January 2009
The 'Hose Guy'
Day 99
My head hurts. Throbbing from the incident last night. People in my room were shocked about the whole thing and some were laughing about what I did when I was drunk. Vlad said the 'hose guy' thing was so funny and was laughing. I was confused 'what hose guy?' I asked. As I couldn't remember he told me-
When I got in the room I needed sme water so Vlad gave me his and I drunk it all, so Aimee gave me an empty water bottle and told me to fill it up in the wash room sink, as the kitchen was closed. A few minutes later, I came back in the room with no water in the water bottle but instead I was covered in water - all down my front! Everyone asked why I was soaking wet and I said that a man with a hose was walking around the hostel and spraying people with water. I said it happened a lot and he makes me angry. Everyone was confused and like, 'WTF? Who is this man?' so Aimee took the empty water bottle and went to fill it up herself. When she came back in the room with a filled up water bottle she was laughing. She was in the wash room filling up the bottle when a girl turned to her and said that some drunk girl just came in the wash room and tried to fill up a water bottle in the shower and in the process got covered in water!
Oh my God everyone was in stitches and I sat there giggling apparently. Vlad said it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard.
The 'Hose Guy'
Day 99
My head hurts. Throbbing from the incident last night. People in my room were shocked about the whole thing and some were laughing about what I did when I was drunk. Vlad said the 'hose guy' thing was so funny and was laughing. I was confused 'what hose guy?' I asked. As I couldn't remember he told me-
When I got in the room I needed sme water so Vlad gave me his and I drunk it all, so Aimee gave me an empty water bottle and told me to fill it up in the wash room sink, as the kitchen was closed. A few minutes later, I came back in the room with no water in the water bottle but instead I was covered in water - all down my front! Everyone asked why I was soaking wet and I said that a man with a hose was walking around the hostel and spraying people with water. I said it happened a lot and he makes me angry. Everyone was confused and like, 'WTF? Who is this man?' so Aimee took the empty water bottle and went to fill it up herself. When she came back in the room with a filled up water bottle she was laughing. She was in the wash room filling up the bottle when a girl turned to her and said that some drunk girl just came in the wash room and tried to fill up a water bottle in the shower and in the process got covered in water!
Oh my God everyone was in stitches and I sat there giggling apparently. Vlad said it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard.
Day 98 Hello I'd like an ambulance please
13th January 2009
Kelly goes to hospital
Day 98
Had a nice chilled day and went to the quiz at Side Bar in the evening. Drunk a lot of goon with Aimee and Sarah.
To get to the point, I was out with a group of friends at about 1am ish and we were playfighting in the street when one guy grabbed my ankles and pulled them from under me. I fell back and cracked my head on the pavement. The playfighting stopped and I sat on the floor for a while, holding the back of my head. The guy kept apologising and I said that I would be ok then I took my hands from the back of my head and they were covered in blood.
I was in a lot of pain and they called an ambulance. The paramedics put a bandage around my head and took me to hospital. In the hospital, I was sitting around for ages so I spoke to the nurse on the front desk and she had a look at my head and was unsure if I needed stitches or not. She said I could go home but if the wound was still open in the morning I had to come back to have stitches.
Kelly goes to hospital
Day 98
Had a nice chilled day and went to the quiz at Side Bar in the evening. Drunk a lot of goon with Aimee and Sarah.
To get to the point, I was out with a group of friends at about 1am ish and we were playfighting in the street when one guy grabbed my ankles and pulled them from under me. I fell back and cracked my head on the pavement. The playfighting stopped and I sat on the floor for a while, holding the back of my head. The guy kept apologising and I said that I would be ok then I took my hands from the back of my head and they were covered in blood.
I was in a lot of pain and they called an ambulance. The paramedics put a bandage around my head and took me to hospital. In the hospital, I was sitting around for ages so I spoke to the nurse on the front desk and she had a look at my head and was unsure if I needed stitches or not. She said I could go home but if the wound was still open in the morning I had to come back to have stitches.
Day 97 Fire alarm
12th January 2009
Fire alarm
Day 97
Not the best nights sleep. At 5am a fire alarm went off in the hostel. There was a moment we all woke up and waited for the first person to make a move, all silently hoping the alarm would be turned off but on realising that it was not going to be turned off anytime soon we made for the fire escape. There was so many people out on the street. The hostel has 7 floors of rooms with about 8 rooms on each floor. There was a load of sleepy travellers standing out in the street in their pajamas, not impressed.
Fire engines and fire fighters turned up, and it took ages for them let us back in. I have no idea if there was a fire or someone was smoking in their room but after half an hour of standing in the street they let us back in.
We eventually got back to sleep and in the morning had to check with eachother that it had not actually been a dream.
Today I'm tired.
Fire alarm
Day 97
Not the best nights sleep. At 5am a fire alarm went off in the hostel. There was a moment we all woke up and waited for the first person to make a move, all silently hoping the alarm would be turned off but on realising that it was not going to be turned off anytime soon we made for the fire escape. There was so many people out on the street. The hostel has 7 floors of rooms with about 8 rooms on each floor. There was a load of sleepy travellers standing out in the street in their pajamas, not impressed.
Fire engines and fire fighters turned up, and it took ages for them let us back in. I have no idea if there was a fire or someone was smoking in their room but after half an hour of standing in the street they let us back in.
We eventually got back to sleep and in the morning had to check with eachother that it had not actually been a dream.
Today I'm tired.
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