The day I met the most popular chef in Christchurch, New Zealand was just another long and crazy day for me, but one I would remember for a lifetime!
After sleeping in the back of my car and using public toilets to clean up before bed. I left Wellington in the early morning and drove to the port to take a ferry crossing from the north to the south island. My first stop in New Zealand’s south island was Kaikoura. I enjoyed the stunning views along the coast plus a very friendly greeting from wild seals. I decided to spend a $25 night for a dorm room because I needed a warm shower.
I love Pad Thai , that was what Sue told me. Sue was my host in Raglan where it was a scene in the movie “Endless summer”, a surfer paradise. But I didn’t have any plan to go on the surfboard at that time. I just need somewhere near Auckland to escape the crazy Rugby World Cup 2011 event that caused full booked accommodations in New Zealand’s capital city.
The reason Sue accepted me to be her helper was that she was injured by playing a netball. She wanted someone to help her doing housework , especially cooking. Well I would more than happy to be a cook in the house of Sue , a nurse who have to take care herself during her injury.
I was panic and paranoid when I heard Ann , my host in Fox glacier , talked to police. Damn it! It must be about our working in exchange of food and accommodation. They must come to catch us as we hold travel visa.
That day I tried to keep myself as a low profile , stayed just in my room and locked myself from the outsider. Why don’t they do this to Western tourists who did the same as we did. The world is not fair for the third world traveler , I thought.
Ann told Wesley(Another helper who travel like me) and his friend to get a called from the police.
Shit!!!…They must come for us.
When you register a new account on www.couchsurfing.org, you will notice this acknowledgement “couch surfing is not a dating site”. This was added in April 2011. Hmmmm…I wonder why they emphasize this… Let’s find out!!!
“Really? You bought a car for just NZ$1,000 and sold it for a profit. That sounds unreal!!!”
That was the reaction of Santiago, the Argentinian guy who stayed with me at Lyn’s house. He travelled New Zealand for months before crossing the water to Australia in 2010. Infact he had just sold his car before he met me one month later.