It was a 13 hour flight from Los Angeles to New Zealand. Other than some small turbulence, it was a pretty smooth flight. I barely got any sleep(just as usual) and I arrived extremely exhausted having to figure out how to make my way from Auckland Airport to the central business district where our hostel was located. It took a little bit of time but we managed to find it.
One thing I realized while walking through Auckland was the smell. It reminded me of Taipei. It was the restaurants. Auckland was filled with Chinese, Japanese, and Thai restaurants that smell far more authentic than the Chinese restaurants from home. Auckland has a huge population of people from various Asian countries. Just from what I can hear and from looking at all the signs it seems the majority is from either Taiwan or China. Reminds me of the Spanish billboards at home.
Of course, other than the extremely noticeable large demographic minority, Auckland is a very diverse city which makes it incredibly charming to walk down the street. So many different languages are spoken by so many different kinds people and there is variety of different food options at every corner. Our first meal was from a Korean Pancake restaurant called Pancake #1. It was literally just a Pancake cooked with meat, chicken, or potatoes inside but, I had never had something like that before and it was delicious.
We ran a couple of errands after checking into the hostel but soon enough, our exhaustion caught up with us. We knocked out for about 3-4 hours but, when we finally woke up,we decided it was time to grab some beers and discuss what’s happening next after our short time here in Auckland. A couple of beers turned into a long night at both Ding Dong Lounge and this Karaoke Bar that I can’t remember the name of for the life of me. Aid and I sang “Call me Maybe” and Mariah Carey’s Christmas song. The crowd was easily entertained and we found ourselves back on stage with some new friends who we managed to convince to sing their own favorite songs for the crowd.
What a night.
As someone from the hostel told me, “If you want to get over your jet lag just get wasted.”
PS: Auckland, if 60 degree evenings is your idea of summer… well screw you.