Aukland: Epiloog

For after some time exposure to English language I have noticed that sometimes my inner monologue has changed from Estonian to English. Sometimes I don't even notice if I am thinking in Estonian or English. Sidenote: I  know I am writing in English, not sure if this is right decision for post which reflects quite big step while traveling but I find that in some cases it is easier express yourself in English. And because everything was in English anyway, so maybe I can capture the essence of the moments better.

Anyway, it has week under 2 months in NZ and Auckland. It is Friday and I am checking out on Sunday. As are lot of people as well who have stayed in the hostel after arriving to NZ and for this there was party planned. But first things first.

It was morning after Waihike, I was tired and sleepy but there was no time for snoozing. Had to get my papers signed at AWF office and I had promised to drop off Kaisa to airport because it was her time now leave NZ after traveling around for a year and 3 months. I managed to get her to airport on time and after she left I realized that basically now I am alone in NZ. I was not especially sad per say, but she was basically my support person whom I could always ask something about NZ if I didn't know. Usually time to response was longer than I had patience to wait for and most of the things here I figured out by myself but it  always kind of felt that if I fuck somehow I have a safety net.. whatever that means. But it is gone and I am alone here. 

Was time to get back hostel to get ready for my last Capoeira class in Auckland and it was open roda night. If I am looking back right now I think first conscious decision to do something here was to go Capoeira class. And I am glad I did, after arriving to hostel everything was still weird and new, but while doing Capoeira it felt little it more like home. These people were first I could somehow relate here in NZ. 

Usually when playing capoeira people take turns so one person won't get too tired. Exception is when someone is having a birthday, then the one having a birthday has to play with everyone without break. So I can say it felt like a birthday, because old mestre didn't give me a break. I played a game with everyone starting with old mestre himself. I can say definitely that it was most fun and interesting game I have ever had. Old mestres moves are cunning and unexpected. It was super fun, I had many laughs and good games. Thou at some point it felt like I will pass out because I think I played for 45 minutes without rest.   

Good times we had. 

Back in hostel it was eerily quiet for friday night, I was only one having a beer and laughing by myself with some people. Not sure over what, but I was over exhausted and everything seemed to be funny. 

Saturday I had bunch of errands to do, prepare car, make sure I have everything I need, buy some food, mostly canned food and things that wont get spoiled easily and of course get ready to main event. Because lot of people were leaving next day there was big party planned.
Things started slowly after one Canadian guy named Lando prepared some a la carte level of snacks. I grabbed beer, and then another. Suddenly we were playing drinking games, things escalated and then we were playing "floor is lava".  After some shits'n giggles was time to go out. We ended up in some random shitty club but no one cared, we were having fun. Whole hostel showed up, I am pretty sure about this because at one point there was half of  club full of people who stayed at hostel. 

I am not sure what time we ended back to hostel but I was still drunk when I woke up, as most of the people. After coffee, some sigaretes and burger I felt better but I think hung over wasn't worst feeling on Sunday morning. It was time for last goodbyes to the hostel and people who I had met there. 

Everyone was excited and sad at the same time. You were going to see new places but at the other hand everything wonderful you had in one place will be left behind. For me there was one goodbye too much that I really didn't want to have, but when traveling around I guess it will be part of your daily life.

I like one saying which is little bit modified here and not in quite same contexts as the original but it comes close.

"But then there's the morning after, and the realization that i'm not quite as available as I thought. 

And i'm haunted by yet another road not taken."

-Hank Moody 

While travelling around there are lot of "what if's", but it it is just part of the lifestyle. There is sadness and happiness. But I find it cool because in either case it makes you feel something and it gives you the knowing that you are living. You can only loose things you have gained and it is still better than never having something. You see, do and live trough lot of things that wouldn't otherwise possible if you weren't traveling, but you always know that these things are temporary.
One mate at hostel said that he is not celebrating because everyone was leaving and that is sad thing. But I think that we were not celebrating of us departing, we are celebrating that we ever met. And even when hung over lying on the couch of the hostel and being on the edge throwing up we know we had best time we could have. Even if temporary, I still have best memories I otherwise wouldn't have. Before starting traveling I always knew that you will meet new people but I really underestimated impact it has. It is not only sightseeing and places you visit that are things that make traveling worthwhile, it is actually the people you meet on the way.

  

Me and always joke pulling hostel owner

Fun times with fun people

And this was unofficial official theme song for the hostel

Vance Joy - 'Riptide'

After everyone left I took off as well and I was not sure even where I m going and feeling was probably something like happy and sad and terrible. It was raining hard,  perfect day for good byes and hung over.

To be continued...