Pineapple Express

Some things in NZ are are more efficient than anywhere in the United States. Uni Flats, for instance: When the spoons in my flat all but disappeared (there were 2 left), I went to Uni Flats to bum more spoons. And I was prepared to butter up this big story about the Mystery of Flat 6's Disappearing Spoons. But the lady just gave me a ton of spoons. No excessive story necessary.

Some things in NZ are unnecessarily inefficient. Like the finals schedule for university. WHY ARE FINALS STRETCHED OVER FOUR PLUS WEEKS? Because studying is so fun? I just love the anxiety of finals time, so why not make it last four weeks? Just kidding. Duh.

Actually, I have a two week break before my first final. And then another week before my next two and then another week(ish) before my last. [And then five days to pack and make it to the airport]. So, in the mean while, while everyone else is waking up at 7:30 to make it to the library in time to get a spot to sit (I've never been more adamant about the necessity of 24 hr libraries), I've been bumming around making bagels and walking up mountains.

Yes, I made bagels. I. Made. Bagels. I didn't even know that was possible. 

But, there are no pictures, so this post is actually about the semi-mountain I climbed with my flat mate Jen. We did the Pineapple-flagstaff Walk. I blew out my knee (previous blow out, probably related to horseback riding), but there were some excellent as views. Here we go:

Pineapple track? Hmm. Yes, now you know why I chose this one.

Me and Jen at the top of the Pineapple Track. That's Dunedin in the background.

Good old 480 (my flat complex) is somewhere down there. If only I could tag the pic for you.

Something else I will miss, the Dr. Seuss trees.

 

And monster trees like this one. Whoa.

Here's the path at the top of the Flagstaff track, on top of a high hill, which I will call a mountain.

And me and Jen looking beautiful on top of the mountain.