Totally sick, dude

I've got tonsilitus. Again. And a bad chest infection. I look, sound and feel like a donkey.

So yeah, anyway, after a final few days of shopping in BA, a tearful goodbye to Tristan, a run in with the Milhouse manager Manu and one last night of drum and base, we packed up everything and hot footed it to the airport on Wednesday evening. All bound for New Zealand. When I say we packed up everything, I clearly didn't. I'm minus the black Havianas Sugar bought for me as a leaving present. Guys, I'm GUTTED. I've worn them every day since my leaving party. That's like over 4 months. Not that I'm whinging about it. Much.

Yeah, so got on the plane on Wednesday night, travelled over night - and arrived in Auckland, New Zealand on FRIDAY morning. Weird. Thursday completely didn't exist for us. How gutted would you be if Thursday had been your birthday? Note to self, people: never fly to New Zealand the day before your birthday. It's not worth it.

2 days in and I haven't really been feeling New Zealand if I'm honest. But then I have been sicker than sick. Had to drag myself to the doctors yesterday. She grimaced at the sight of my throat, said that the chest was well on it's way to bronchitus and then asked "have you come from a malaria region at all?" Gulp. Fingers crossed all the (expensive) medication she prescribed me does the trick, otherwise she wants to see me again in 3 days. I KNEW I'd get malaria. If you know one person who'd be bound to get it - you could have put money on it being me. Guys, you should have ACTUALLY put money on it. (Mum and Dad, I'm sure I haven't really got malaria, please don't worry...)

Apart from that New Zealand is super, super clean and eerily quiet. The traffic's quiet. The busy streets are quiet. The kids are quiet. And if they had manky street dogs, I'm sure they'd be quiet too.