It wasn’t a nice one, actually. So yesterday when we went back from our Rangitoto trip, Maren (my German hostsister) and I went shopping with different friends, we wanted to meet at quarter to six at the ferry building (we have a 5min ferry trip every day to come back to the part of Auckland we’re living: Devonport). Because my vodafone sim card didn’t work I was spending more time in the vodafone shop than intended, and it was suddenly like, 19min to six! I hurried down Queen Street (there’s a Queen Street in every city, and it’s always the main street :D) and was there at maybe 12 to six. But guess what, I wandered up and down, again and again, but no Maren was there! Gosh, I was really helpless after some time. Wondering if I should keep on waiting, or take a taxi, I decided at last, and very sudden, to take the next ferry. The shops close at about 6 o’clock, so I was wondering if maybe I was catching the last ferry, I think that’s why I did it. So I sat there and wrote a text to Chandra (my hostmom), it was like, “Is Maren there? I have no idea where she is. Can you pick me up at Devonport?” That’s because I couldn’t remember the bus station… I’m so bad at remembering names. Well, luckily the text didn’t appear to have made its way to Chandras phone, I think I got the wrong number. Luckily? Yes, because guess what: There, in the first bus I saw, was Maren… And I finally did get home quite well.
So that’s it. I hope something like that won’t happen to me again, especially with public transport included. I hate it, it’ always so complicated.
So, a word about public transport: I don’t know how riding a bus is like in Germany, because all I do is jump into my school bus every day, and you can hardly do anything wrong there. But buses here… well. They don’t suck, you know, it’s just… It should take a few years to understand the tables with the numbers, and I-don’t-know-what. I’ve got used to talking to bus drivers, but not everyone is all friendly, or he mumbles and you don’t understand a single word, and not all the people leaving the bus thank the driver. So much for that.
On the other hand, the second transport I’ve tried out here is the ferry, and I definitely prefer this one. As soon as you got to the Ferry Building there is nothing you can do wrong, or if you do, there is always someone you can ask. The signs are better, more like train station or even airport signs. Just follow them and you know where to go and what to do. The only thing I’ve done wrong is not buying one way tickets. That’s why it was so expensive… 10NZ$ to Devonport and back.
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