Visiting the capital

My first cross-country solo excursion of the semester started with a no ID needed, forfeit of the no-liquids-over-one-hundred-mils rule breeze through the Auckland domestic airport. I met Emily outside of her building and we decided take advantage of the temperamental sunshine’s currently optimistic disposition and appraise the waterfront.  The harbor is a sprawling scatterplot of restaurants, kayak rental sheds, parks and children’s play sets (including this emasculating slide which looked too out of place on this playground not to experience), and basking hipsters on benches, hills, walls, and docks.  Assumed locals, we scaled a group of concrete cabanas and lolled between the slanted roofs, eating sushi stubbornly westernized with avocado and cream cheese, dosed American style with Asian condiments.

Like déjà vu that’s strangely a little better the second time, that night we called upon the beloved ambiance of Emily’s favorite Mexican restaurant and a shared queso that draws from within such enlightened conviction that you can’t help but order another pitcher of peach and passionfruit margaritas to complete the sacrament.

Katie Hobbs/Old Gold & Black

California taco trucks thus rapturously shamed, we made a to-do list for the next week and were not surprised to find that food experiences took overwhelming precedence over hiking anything or looking at anything historical. In fact, the most sightseeing we ended up doing was passing the Parliament beehive on our way to the grocery store to stock up on block NZ Tasty cheese and a fruity cider range. Over the next few days we would have a regrettable encounter with the carbonated pear power hour balanced out by the prosocial “Boysencider” rebellion in the branches of the Trippy Tree, panoramic view of the entire city in a cliché sprawled circumference.

A both bitter and sweet repel down the hill stamped with pieces of coconut rough like reluctant breadcrumbs ended in another tear-bombed bus stop goodbye. So far, my matchless memory of abroad is the unexpectedly resplendent juxtaposition of a Wake Forest face and a skyline at the opposite end of the Earth.