Reliable and efficient public transportation, high-speed internet, it’s nice to be back in the civilised world.
I said goodbye to Auckland and my Scottish neighbours over a glass of wine and a nice dinner with cheese crackers and filled chicken.
In the morning I took the airbus express to the airport and to be fair, this piece of Auckland’s public transportation works well. Guess you can expect that at $16 for a single ride. Check-in was the slowest I ever experienced, it took the Jetstar crew 40 minutes to check in the 40 people in front of me. And that was with four counters open.
Slightly annoyed I cleared immigrations just to find out that the flight would be half an hour delayed. Oh well, what’s 30 minutes if you fly for 11h.
Just when I was heading to the gate, my phone rang. It was the agent I had last been in touch with, asking if I was still looking for a job. Strange timing.
The flight was quiet and smooth and for a few hours we were flying over good old Oz. So close and yet so far away.
We approached Singapore in the late afternoon and when the plane rocked through the dense tropical clouds, the plane was filled with that typical nervous silence. Approaching Singapore is always an impressive sight with hundreds of ships lining the coast and at night a sea of light illuminating the city skyline.
Once again my bags are packed and I am ready to leave. I’ll spend my last night at the hostel and be off to the airport tomorrow morning.
NZ and I never got to terms and my time here was a low in two years of travelling. Yet I reckon a few days in the buzzing heat of SEA will be enough to forget the months of disappointment here.
New adventures I’m coming!
Just handed in the notice for my flat. I’m moving out on the 5th of March.
The agency I was in touch with didn’t get back to me – despite what they said. For Monday I had an interview with another agency scheduled but they gave me a ring to tell me the interview was cancelled and that they’d do a phone-interview later that day instead. Which they didn’t.
Yesterday an agency I interviewed with weeks ago rang me and asked if I was interested in a position they were looking to fill. They required a skill-set that was so far away from mine, they could have been looking for an experienced truck driver as well, wouldn’t have made a difference. What do these people have my CV for?
Simply said, I’m just sick of this. Are these people lying to my face? Are they just incredibly unorganised? I don’t care any more. If New Zealand or Auckland was a place where I’d like to stay then I would have beared with it for longer. But there is basically nothing to keep me here.
After the time in Oz I was surprised, even shocked to experience the people here in Auckland. From all I knew before coming here, Aussies and Kiwis are not very different. Yet the experiences I made were very different, not only in business but also in private life.
On this side of the Tasman sea I met so many close-minded and xenophobic people, I couldn’t believe they are supposed to have anything in common with the Aussies I met. Ask for directions in the streets of Auckland and people will treat you like an idiot. No sense of helpful friendliness.
I will now organise an ordered retreat and figure out what the best way for my return to Germany is.