So, when I said we’d write about the “good, the bad, and the ugly” aspects of a long trip around the world, I wasn’t expecting that the “ugly” part would make an appearance quite so soon. But my immune system seemed to have other plans. On Sunday I woke up with a bad head cold… just as we were leaving our comfy, private hotel room in Auckland to get on a backpacker bus with a bunch of twenty-somethings and stay in hostels with shared everything. (Amazing how quickly sharing a shower and bathroom with a bunch of strangers when you’re sick can take the romance out of travel!)
Thankfully, the mother of all med kits that Dustin and I created for our trip (seriously, we’re like a mobile Walgreens with this beast!) has proven its value, and I’ve been combatting my cold (and the noisy hostel where we’re staying) with a good wallop of Nyquil every night that makes me, for all intents and purposes, dead to the world.
Dustin has been a trooper through it all, never complaining about the piles of kleenex that fill our closet-sized hostel room, or the fact that his lovley bride has blown her nose so often that she now looks like Rudolph’s sickly cousin, or the fact that he didn’t get to surf down sandy dunes up at the northern tip of the country because I was too sick to make the 7am bus that would’ve taken us up to them. In short, I love my husband. :)
And the good news is that, despite all of my whining above, we’ve absolutely LOVED the Bay of Islands and have had three wonderful days up here despite my stupid cold. More on that (and photos) to come…