How to lose EVERYTHING your first weekend in NZ

I have absolutely no idea what I had done except for the fact that I took off my jacket, my shoes, my socks and…..my pants

This is the bar I lost my Phone, Wallet, Passport and my Pants.

Paihia is one of the biggest New Zealand “tourist traps” and I spent close to two full weeks there. My plan was to only stay about a week maybe less, there isn’t much to do when you are poor and cant afford a dolphin tour or helicopter ride. The one thing I could afford was alcohol and that was something very new to me. I am 18 and hadn’t ever really been intoxicated until I arrived in Paihia. I made friends with the people at the hostel I was staying at (The Mousetrap Backpacker, Highly recommend 10 out of 10 stars from me)

I made some very good friends very quickly at this backpacker and they convinced me to go out with them over the weekend to the only cheap bar in this small tourist town. It was connected to the “Base Backpacker” and it was about the size of your average living room. It was small and trashy but it worked. We all ventured out down the street to the bottle shop and picked up a liter of cider each (Scrumpy’s cider.)

An important fact about drinking that I was not aware of is when you drink a liter of cider in ten minutes it will not hit you immediately but don’t worry the wall was coming.

We were pumped and tipsy and ready to go to the Pipi Patch club across the street. We got in line to enter the club and after about 20 minutes we were in. I downed another two ciders as fast as a marathon runner and still was not feeling the effects of the alcohol. To be honest I was upset, did I naturally just have a huge tolerance? What was going on why didn’t I feel it. The solution (Or what I thought the solution) SHOTS. We did 2 shots of the cheapest tequila they had and then all at once. I felt it.

I don’t remember much about that night after two tequila shots except for the fact that I did four more after that. I ended up dancing so hard…..I got kicked out of the club. The first club I had ever been in I was banned from. Obviously that was not the end of my night so I walked to the small pub next door (Titos.) Titos is the cutest outdoor pub. They had a bon fire, outdoor couches and an herb garden. So the only logical thing my drunk mind can make up is to throw up in the herb garden and get banned from Titos.

The next step in my night should have been to walk the 20 feet to the backpacker and go to bed but drunk Sam thought much differently. At this point it is one in the morning i’m by myself and honestly just rearing to go. I turned towards the beach instead of across the street and from one in the morning to three in the morning I have absolutely no idea what I had done or where I had gone. The only thing I know or a fact is that I took off my jacket, my shoes, my socks and…..my pants. I walked around Paihia New Zealand for 2 hours in my underwear with absolutely no idea where or when I was going to find home.

Its 3am and I finally find my way home. One of my roommates (A very attractive german guy) said the next day that he watched me crawl up the rock driveway in my underwear and wife beater for 15 minutes before he came out to help me. I looked down to see the dried blood and cuts all up my leg.

Some things that I learned and realized when I woke up is that hangovers are no joke, tequila is not my friend and I have no idea where my pants are.

My jeans had my phone, wallet and passport in the pockets. The only reason I had my passport was because to get into a club you need to show ID and the only ID most clubs accept from international backpackers is a passport and It was gone. I walked around this town day and night for days and days asking random people if they had seen a pair of jeans covered in throw up with very important travel documents in them. Nobody had seen anything so I was discouraged and scared that I was going to be trapped in the country and go to jail and every possible scenario went through my brain. A week later I was seconds from canceling my passport and applying for a new one when an old woman named Frankie showed up with a plastic bag full of puke pants and all of my stuff. I thanked her by taking her to the only other bar I was not banned from and buying her a beer and myself a water…

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Why you should Stay at a Ratty Hostel

The reason it is okay to stay in a hostel with a terrible rating on trip advisor.

The Rosemere Backpacker located in Wellington New Zealand. Two and a half stars on trip adviser and the second worst ranked hostel in Wellington. This was my home for five months.

I stayed in what felt like hundreds of different hostels in NZ. From the typical “Nomads or Base backpacker” to a hostel that was just a repurposed prison and a hostel inside of a treehouse. It was equally exciting as it was nerve wracking checking into a different hostel every time. You were not just checking into a place to sleep. You were checking into a home, a place to eat and a place to be alive. People from all over the world checked in at the same time as you and its amazing thinking about the small world we live in when you are sitting at a table with six people all from different countries.

The Rosemere was my home. It was ratty, cracked and honestly pretty dirty. I worked for accommodation cleaning up after drunk backpackers in the kitchens every single night. It was a tough job especially when you live at a place to party and honestly have no self control (The amount of times I drunk cleaned that kitchen was incredible…but beside the point.) I met people from all over the world staying at the Rosemere, once you get past the stained carpet and the rat that lives in room 9 it really does become a home.

In my time hostels like this were often the best. The people were happier and friendlier. You can join any conversation even if its in a different language at these hostels. This is not to bash the big corporate hostels (Base and Nomads) if you are looking for a 10am housekeeping staff and extra spotless kitchens then that is your place. It just wasn’t my style.

I love experiences and going to a place like this entailed so many different stories and they are times I will never forget. I will always remember accidentally walking in on people having sex in the living room or deep cleaning the kitchen and finding mold where I was also keeping my food. They are not the most glamorous stories but they are absolutely unforgettable.

 

 

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How to Travel when you’re Young and Stupid.

People told me I was crazy traveling by myself at age 18 with no plan and $5000 in my pocket and look at me now…..$1000 in debt, 25lbs lighter and a brain full of experiences

People told me I was crazy traveling by myself at age 18 with no plan and $5000 in my pocket and look at me now…..$1000 in debt, 25lbs lighter and a brain full of experiences. I remember missing my bus on the first day I was there and then spending $70 on a taxi from the airport to the city center. I had been in New Zealand for 20 minutes and already spent $100 (Including the $30 bus ticket I could not get refunded.) NZ is the only country I have traveled to beside the US. I learned a lot but here are the top 5 things to keep in mind when traveling as a young backpacker who is stupid and has no idea what they are doing.

  1. Stay at grungy hostels, Hitchhike…..anywhere, Couchsurf with the weird lady who keeps saying “Cool Bananas” after every sentence. Get out of your comfort zone NZ is so safe, worst case scenario you awkwardly leave the house/car and you have a funny story to scare your mom with.
  2.  TAKE THE BUS. Public transportation is so easy. Literally it is a thousand times cheaper to take the bus than an uber. Yes, its more convenient to take a taxi but you could spend $70 on a 20 minute taxi ride with a smelly old man who trying to chat with you in Italian or you could stare out the window of a bus with your headphones and be in your own world. In the name of saving money…take the bus
  3. If you are underage and in a foreign country where the drinking age is 18 (so pretty much everywhere) it may be a huge new scary thing that you never really had experience with. Its different being able to go to the liquor store and get a bottle of vodka compared to stealing your parents and watering it down. My advice as an eighteen year old is to take it slow. The first weekend I was there I downed 6 shots of tequila and a liter of cider in the span of 2 hours. I woke up the next day without my passport, wallet, phone or my…pants. So just be extra carful drinking in a foreign country.
  4. Get your visas in your home country before you go. For New Zealand its free to get a working holiday visa from home but if you go to NZ on a tourist visa and then apply for the working holiday later it could cost you up to $500 in medical bills and application fees. Just make sure you get that done beforehand if you know you’re going to be in that country for more than three months.
  5. Don’t Over-plan. Its so easy to get caught up in itineraries and times and events that you can get overwhelmed and not have a good time. I planned week and weeks in advance and literally did nothing I planned because you have to be spontaneous when traveling, Its just the rule. Planing all day long is a waste of a day. Just be aware of the high/low season and book hostels a day in advance during high season book buses and other things no more the 2 days in advance otherwise plans could change and you can waste heaps of money.

Long story short, you are going to make so many stupid mistakes your first time traveling…I know I did. Enjoy the experience and make memories, say “yes” more and follow these tips. Everything is going to be fine. It is going to be SO HARD at times but it literally (as cheesy as it sounds) it makes you a stronger person. Im so different than I was when I left and you absolutely will be too!

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