Rain rain, go to hell!

Wednesday.
I woke up after around eleven hours of much needed sleep to a text from Melbourne Mikey, who had great concern about if I was okay after the earthquake the previous night. Of course, I knew nothing about it, and there was no visible evidence and I found this quite funny, the fact that I'd slept right though it. I'd been bitten on my left elbow and the palm of my hand, so after five minutes of brutal scratching, I broke free to take a look on how the day was outside so as I could go ahead and plan my activities. Unfortunately, when I stepped outside, there was gale force winds and torrential rain bearing down on the green hills. I retreated inside, soaked after two minutes, but this upset me greatly. After all, I had no food, and I had to walk more than 2kms to get any. 2kms would have been unbearable in that weather.

I phoned my mom, and together my sister and I looked for places I could possibly move to over the weekend that would be city centre located and much more practical for me considering I didn't have a car. But we couldn't find anything that wasn't a complete dive or booked up or both. I said goodbye an hour later feeling even more disheartened about the whole thing, and started watching some TV shows on my netbook to pass the time and help ignore the problem.

The sky outside began to get brighter and there was even a spot of sunshine through the curtains, so I seized the opportunity once the rain had stopped and decided it would be a good idea to head out in search of food. I asked at reception how far the supermarket was but they told me I wouldn't be able to make it on foot and I'd need to walk to the train station, catch a train, then head back and do the walk home. I didn't fancy this one bit, so I headed to the train station and followed the tracks, along a duel carriage way for about half an hour. And I found the supermarket, "New World". I tried to plan meals and bought as much as I could fit into my rucksack (including two bottles of wine. I had to). My cards, all three of them, all declined, but I have a feeling this was something to do with the fact that the pin pads needed you to swipe, when they're all chip and pin. I drew some money out and headed back. By this point, the winds had really picked up and it took me a lot longer to walk back into the wind with all the stuff on my back. At one point, it seemed near impossible as I was striding forward with all my might, and just not gaining any ground.

The annoying thing about the walk back to Moana Lodge is from three quarters of the way from the village, you can see your destination quite clearly, but the way you have to follow the meandering coastline means that you're not nearly as near as you think you are. Like how an S shape is far longer than a straight line. I got back. Sweat pouring down my face and the lady at reception was genuinely surprised that I'd made it. I put my things away in the kitchen in the little baskets provided and sat down outside with a nice bottle of vanilla Coke that I'd treated myself to. It was virtually tea time by this point, and my lack of lunch and taxing walk home meant that I was hungry, so I headed into the kitchen to begin cooking my burrito tea.

The kitchen is big and lovely and clean with all the utensils and cutlery and pots and pans. However there was a German family staying here and they're kids were running and weaving all around you, which isn't good when you're trying to carry knives to the sink to be washed. The Father of the children, to my horror, gave one of the children, who can't have been more than seven years of age, a box of matches and laughed and clap whilst the child took each match from the packet and struck it upon the side before throwing it into the sink. This complete lack of regard for those around and their child's safety meant that I was so close to saying something to them, but luckily my Dad called so I disappeared into my room in order to speak to him.

After dinner, I took a little stroll outside to see if there was anywhere nice that I could sit and watch the sunset, but it was bitterly cold with the wind. So I gave up on that idea and headed back to the lodge, where I poured myself a glass of wine and sat reading in a comfy armchair in front of the window facing the sea for the rest of the evening.