Where Do Bad Folks Go When They Die?

      Traveling in time is not a big thing anymore. I was having Skype conversation this morning with my friends back in Riga. I was calling from Tuesday to Monday. So think, eventually they can claim having spoken to me on monday while I can say I talked to them on tuesday. Who's right and who's wrong? Ah, forget it, there's no such thing whatsoever.
Time doesn't matter for some in Southern Hemisphere too. Well, I've noticed it even before in India when people thought Latvia was still part of Russia and I felt very lucky to be the one to declare that those were nineteen year old news and that they may soon miss out on the fact of independence because we might want to sell our country back to Russia... Or it seems as though... Anyhow, we're in Auckland now where you can explore authentic gym culture at its fullest. The picture below is a rare gem because it has nothing to do with the rest of it. 

On the opposite not so rare GYM is right on the left on Victoria street in the direction from the city center to Summer street, where I was staying for six nights or so. Right when you pass Pastis cafe where you can get not so milky cappuccino if you're lucky, you begin to hear screams of joyous agony and a very loud german dance music. It seems that whole bunch of Arnie type of men or Arnie wannabies, women with sweatbands and wristbands, meters attached to their belts with different sensors attached to their bodies to measure growth of their muscle - are having orgasm. Then they run out of the paranormal black building and run across the whole block on top of their daily work out doze. 
Franklin Road looks like alley and has a good view on a pretty decent Auckland's skyline. 
Hi to all the friends in Texas right now. SXSW is about to begin and I honestly wouldn't  want to be there and so I'm not. Having everything built around music with loads of musicians, snobby and cool industry people, melomaniacs, crazy parties etc it's just very exhausting. I really do enjoy your posts though while listening Neil Young with my housemate Andy here in Enfield, South Island, New Zealand. 
This is fully documented my way home from the city. Second Hand Treasures, mostly because of the font. I don't know if this particular place was good but I liked the attitude, or I thought I like it if I knew it. 
Amy and Fleur turned out to be an amazing company for my only night in Christchurch. Hold on a sec, one photo is missing with maps on my bed. Anyway, the whole idea was that I had to go to New Plymouth and begin my surf trip on the day I had to move out from the room in Auckland. It was a little bit stressful, because I couldn't really get a cheap bus and had no place to stay yet, but my mind was set so I went to bed shortly after creating couchsurfing account and sending two requests to people in New Plymouth. I woke up at six and realised that I've just seen a beautiful dream of going South and what the hell I was even thinking - I have friends there! At exact moment I felt an enormous sense of relief flowing into my veins. When conditions are just right, everything happens with a little effort and so it did this time too - crazy cheap tickets to Christchurch, Nakedbus to Oamaru and I was ready to go. Katrina, a girl that I gave out to a husband (not kidding) there five years ago hooked me up with Amy and Fleur. Custom made Hell Pizza on top of my random stomach bacteria felt very filling. Definitely more filling than any thukpas, tenthuks, momos or anything. Even if tofu and egg included. This was a real thing leaving me with almost full pizza on a bus the next morning! 
Fleur on the left, Amy on the right. Wine in the back. 
I slept in veranda. Always wanted, never did. Verandas are amazing places, but they tend to have similar destinies as garages - they are stuffed with useless stuff. Well, not this one. Pure beauty. 
Heck Yes. Jeremy Bokser is the first person I met upon my arrival in Oamaru. Wouldn't it be great if people were this excited about meeting people they don't know. Obviously this is not the case and I probably have the same expression on my face.
Actually, we took our excitement to completely another level and heelclicked over Friendly bay. 
Just so you know how far away you are. 
Oamaru. According to locals it's a first port they shipped sheep meat over to to England. Another great thing about Oamaru among numerous great things here is that they have very famous Cheese factory. Suddenly this fact painfully struck not only my heart but my stomach as well because I haven't tried any of those cheeses yet! 
Oamaru's Penguin Club. You know every town has a good bar and shit places. This is a good bar. If you've been to Oamaru and been to a bar which wasn't Penguin Club - I am sorry. 
I don't look up facts in wikipedia and rely only on the knowledge of my friends here. The best quality limestone comes from this area and it is heavily used in the architecture of this town. Many galleries, retro shops, crazy characters, this town is truly funky, I love it. 
Brothas from different mothas. Friends that keep and secure me here. 
Ginger beer goes along with my intention to quit smoking which I have successfully realized so far. We had a discussion later on whether this beer could cause headaches which I had for three days after. Probably I'll blame it on possible parasite in my guts. 
Penguin club in action. Kerryn Fields was a headliner on friday and she's a local so you can imagine all the rest. Certainly there were some gems beside her. 
"What do you play?", "Accoustic hiphop", that was the answer I got from Amber, Australian singer. She stole a show, in my opinion. Well, Kerryn got on later and did some covers and that was rad. 
Legends never die... and they refuse to finish every single song. This guy would just start playing something and stop after first verse making a sarcastic comment nobody could understand anyway. 
Pacific ocean crabs having a party at midnight. 
Stacking wood never been this fun!
Blackberries. Not the phone you fools. 
St Macca and St. Rai will wash your sins away. 
Where do bad folks go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
Go to a lake of fire and fry
See them again 'till the Fourth of July
I knew a lady who came from Duluth
Bitten by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
flew away howling on the yellow moon
Where do bad folks go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
Go to a lake of fire and fry
See them again 'till the Fourth of July
People cry and people moan
Look for a dry place to call their home
Try to find some place to rest their bones
Of an angels and the devils try to make 'em their own
Where do bad folks go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
Go to a lake of fire and fry
See them again 'till the Fourth of July
Lake Of Fire - Meat Puppets or/and Nirvana
Ps. If any metal band want to use any of these photos for a cover, a poster or something. Let me know!
With Neil Young still on I've come to conclusions that I have to make posts more often or I can't keep up with all the events happening here, 'nah mean?

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