Holla at Your Boy

I would like to give a shout out to the middle-aged drunken Kiwi men that I have met on this trip. You fucking rock!

I would like to applaud you for being so unlike many of your international counterparts. There are many reasons for this, the main one being that you aren’t creepy sleezeballs. You don’t hit on young girls and you don’t make crude remarks about women. You are friendly and respectful and you are really just out to have a good time and get wasted with whoever is around. I would like to thank you for the free beers/barbeque/cigarettes and everything else you provide with absolutely no strings attached. I would like to thank you for being hilarious and incoherent without being obnoxious. You have renewed my faith in older men and it has been a pleasure getting to know you. You can also drink me under a table and in the morning you are usually awake and ready to go while I feel like crawling under a cold wet rock and dying. That at least triples how awesome you are in my book. From West Auckland to “9T Mial” Beach you have made my experiences at hostels and campgrounds a thoroughly pleasurable one and for that I owe you.

I just hope uttering this aloud doesn’t jinx my incredible luck with your kind, I have a feeling that it won’t.