I’m not gonna lie: this whole day is kind of fuzzy in my memory.
For one thing, it happened over five years ago. (Insert obligatory can’t-believe-it’s-been-so-long noises here.) For another, it was my very first weekend in New Zealand–in other words, my first weekend as a solo traveler in a foreign country. I probably still had jet-lag, not to mention I left a blizzard in Minnesota and arrived to incoming summer. Basically, everything was kind of a mess.