Finally, better accomodation I am in, away from the city and the rugby matches, much as I enjoy the game, it creates havoc in the cities with all the tourists. I met a clothes salesman who stayed in the motel next door - many people iterating the same thoughts. It's a great sport but highly over-rated in this country, but the same is probably true of most sports. Give me golf anyday of the week.

It's the weekend here now and even this morning we saw young drunk people in the city happy with all the rugby going on. I move on to different accomodation later today and am very tired, hoping to catch up on a few days rest at least. Weather wise, it is good. There may be some work opportunities coming up, but a lot rests with an employer sorting out a work visa on my behalf. Agencies are pretty much useless at this, but they do have good connections with employers. A guy I spoke to recently may be able to help with this. I hope so, it costs a lot to live here.

Another day in, nothing unusual to say. Some genuine leads came up as per normal employment which I will follow up - the most genuine of which looks like it's in a different country. Other than that, the local paper includes around 1000 (true enough) adverts for prostitutes, which seems to have been legalised here... Well, that's just great news, for the locals, I mean you know what these Kiwis are like. Other than this, the weather seemed fine today and I ate a piece of steak. This accomodation i'm in was another attempt to lure Chinese students into the country but apparently it didn't work and they rent it to anyone now. Me no speak english, sure... Pretty impressive lights on at the local park, indeed, it complimented the Rugby no end. Really not much else to say, oh, a local girl wanted to leave the country with me again, but that's just normal I suppose. Peeler gets around.

So coming to the end of my stay in Franklyn village, Nelson. Today, there is the usual joy outside as if man has discovered electricity for the first time. Not a great deal else. The little Asian fellows began fighting amongst themselves again - perhaps it was over using the phoneline too long again, who knows. I saw the little guy looking pretty roughed up, with a torn t-shirt and a belly full of drink. Anything to keep the peace. The traffic was busy as usual and absolutly totally non progressive. Things are getting so bad with the weather just now, even some governments are having trouble getting around, which was obviously going to happen at the rate the petrol consumption keeps going on. Not much else really, there is this Irish singer called Imelda Grey who has done some noteworthy songs recently. Personally, I reckon she looks better than she sings, but that's just preference and the tracks are not bad, catchy. Red nails always works a trick on blonde chicks. I won't be buying it though, because I won't have time. Tommorow I head out by ferry and need to meet a family member from the airport in Wellington. I hope the weather holds out. Last I heard there was a chronic outbreak of meningitis up in the Northland. Oh well, that will be something to look forward to I suppose. I'll prolly need to get vaccinated again, despite the fact they pumped me full of drugs as a baby to combat these horrors. Part of the school program.

What else to say? Obviously there are no education personnel in Christchurch now, so 170 jobs don't exist - saves having to cut them, of course the government won't mention that. I remember when I went to college, what a phat waste of time that was. I got told I was too good looking "such a muppet." Then ended up with w*nker fu*k the Arabs scrawled all over my door. Nothing but junkies littering the stairwell and finally ended up with a section order that meant having to get a pass every time I wanted to leave town, all for writing a letter. The same thing is going on over here too. Only tonight some strange old man was waving his arms all over the place and proceeded to wet himself on a chair near the stairwell. He looked like drugs or drink, very out of it.

Another day passes. Nothing worthy of note, except 2 fire engines were called out for basically no apparent reason. This meant that about 100 mostly dodgy looking individuals had to be paraded round like little mountain goats outside, until the warning went off. I spent most of the day, checking for corruption, but had little success, because it's so well hidden it just doesn't exist... If you dig shitty looking tattoos and that hard boiled face look that only hardtimers seem to be able to pull off, you'll just love Nelson. The scenery out of Nelson and etc are pretty good, but don't go near the town unless you have a big jeep or something, something that is very powerful and yes i think you know what i mean.

After a lot of harping around looking for corruption, I became quite frustrated because I just couldn't find any at all here, but some information today would make sense in that all the corruption is heading for Australia now from somone in Papa New Guinea according to the news. Best just to try and sleep this off, the experts will no doubt solve this.