This morning I was flying off from Auckland to Queenstown, a town in the south island of New Zealand which full of tourist attractions. I was so lucky that in the last minute I managed to get a job in a nearby area named Lake Hayes. It is a chinese bridal studio operated by Taiwanese, and I worked as a helper for them.
However, my story was only to begin. Trying new thing is pretty interesting. I did my first hitch hiking in my life after i had touched down at Queenstown airport. I got refused few times as the people there were truely not convenient to fetch, yet i can sense their sincere to help. Finally, i met one elderly man who had dropped his friends off at the airport.
"Good morning sir, is it possible if you can fetch me to Lake Hayes Estate?"
"Oh sure, that's not a problem!"
The man's name is Robin, i called him Mr. Robin. Along the way we introduced ourself and I got to know he is already 60-year-old plus, retired and is currently staying in McKibbin, Arrowtown with his wife. The place is just further away from Lake Hayes. He gave me his e-mail address, welcome me to visit him one day.
By that time, he has had something to do in fact, but he was still trying his best to send me until the exact place i needed to go. He set me down and we said bye to each other. Then, I continued my meeting with the people who took me into the house.
Life was so smooth until i found out that..
"OMG, i have LOST MY DAYPACK!!"
All my important documents were inside, including my passport! I was very worry and kept recall back where I put my bag. In the airport? Outside the house? And finally I was sure that I have put my bag at the backseat of Mr. Robin's car! What a mess!
Luckily I saved Mr. Robin's email address, luckily I knew where he is staying, luckily i managed to contact him, and luckily he is a nice Kiwi! Ya.. I experienced how nice a Kiwi could be like everyone said.
His wife, Mrs. Robin then drove to my place and passed me back my backpack.
I was just almost screwing up my trip in New Zealand.. Almost!!