It is cold. Oh so cold.
South Easterly winds blow directly from Antarctica to New Zealand and bring a cold that, although it's only 0 degrees out, will chill you to the bone.
On the bright side of this it means it's ski season. The mountains are much different in New Zealand, 500 meters of slope means a 5 minute gondola ride to the top with a 5-10 minute ski down. There are no trees to separate the runs, just rolling hills of white.
On the other side; my house is freezing. It seems New Zealand doesn't have/believe/want central heating. So I am meant to rely on the miniscule heat that pumps out of my poorly constructed fire each night. I am so cold.
I find it weird that while it was summer here and winter back home I didn't mind it so much, I could look at peoples status updates and laugh to myself about how nice it was here. Now I read about beer on patios, summer on the lake, the Seahawk going on its maiden 2009 voyage, and I begin to feel the tinge of jealousy. Summer walks, and enjoying beer in the summer of Victoria is something I will always enjoy.
I miss going to shows in the summer.
Other then that everything is going great here but I am becoming more and more exhilarated as I count down the time till my travels recommence. As of now I have 11 weeks left in New Zealand.
Then it's 5 weeks in Australia.
10 weeks in China, Thailand, Cambodia, Vietnam, Laos, Burma, Malaysia, and Singapore.
Then it's an indefinite amount of time in England.
I'd like to be home to see some of the Olympics, but at this point I just don't see that happening.