LOST! FYI: the other end of the hatch is in New Zealand

So yesterday was another gorgeous day in Lake Wanaka. Evan and I decided to take a walk along the lake. And we walked and walked and walked - along the lake and around and down a river. We estimated we probably walked 20km roundtrip.

Along the way, I discovered the hatch pictured above and the weird tiny tree-lined peninsula you can see Evan walking into. I definitely expected a scene out of LOST (others anyone?). Luckily for us, at the end of the tiny peninsula was just a gorgeous view of spring buds on trees, the snowy mountains and the lake. Not gonna lie, I was at least hoping for Sawyer to be sitting there reading a book.

The river was so teal-turquoise it looked almost fake. It was sunny enough that if I had my bathingsuit I probably would have gone for a swim. On our walk back I worked on my posture and tried to relax and stretch my shoulders. My hips are a mess too. I'm not made for cold weather. This woman needs some yoga in her life. Evan, he needs some pants. Hiking in 40, maybe 50 degrees F in basketball shorts just isn't going to cut it.

After our walk, Evan treated himself to about 5 beers and a bowl of fries for lunch. I had a cappuccino, carrot and coriander soup, and 1 beer just because. Then we relaxed a bit at the hostel before going out for Mexican. Yes, my goal in life is apparently to have Mexican on every continent (I've moved on from sex museums in every country).

And then we came back to the hostel and relaxed some more. Something I don't understand about hostels in NZ so far...it seems that many travelers find a hostel and decide to work there to stay for free. Great idea, right? Well, I would agree if they ever left the hostel on their time off. They don't, they stay around the hostel all the time. Someone explain to me what the point of that is.

Also, I have 1 complaint: my brother sleeps sooooo much. I've never been much of a sleeper. A good night for me is 5 or 6 hours. Yes, occasionally I crash and need a long sleep-filled night to recover but generally I just don't spend much time sleeping. We've been going to sleep no later than 10 p.m. (although I've rebelled and stayed up til 11 a couple times) and then he can still sleep til 8 or 9. It's nuts.

I woke up at 6:30 this a.m and decided that I was just done sleeping. So here I am, in the common area of the hostel, blogging, looking at yet another cold and rainy day and wondering who the fucker is that parked our campervan in over night and how we're supposed to leave in an hour or so to head to our next stop (glaciers. Yay! Or yay?).