Gisborne-The Flying Nun Backpackers.
Trip Start
Feb 12, 2009
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Trip End
Jul 14, 2009
Being a giant cement convent converted into a guide book proclaimed "hippie run" backpackers, I figured this place had to have character... and oh, I was not dissappointed.
It's all incense and padlocks. Pot smoke and curfews.
I ring the intercom at the metal mesh door, using a fake voice to state my business, because mayyybe when I was tipsy the night before I miiiiight have called reception at one in the morning to check vacancies and got chewed out for the late hour. Eventually a woman with a dull voice greets me. Even though it is two in the afternoon, she moves and talks like someone who was just forced out of bed. Luckilly she doesn't seem to have recognized me... actually she barely seems to be aware that I am standing right in front of her.
After signing in she hands me a key ring with a seemingly unecessary number of keys. "This is to the front door, this is to the side door, this is to your dish cupboard, this one's for your room..." As she leads me around I count the number of padlocks. The unofficial count is 144.
It's all incense and padlocks. Pot smoke and curfews.
I ring the intercom at the metal mesh door, using a fake voice to state my business, because mayyybe when I was tipsy the night before I miiiiight have called reception at one in the morning to check vacancies and got chewed out for the late hour. Eventually a woman with a dull voice greets me. Even though it is two in the afternoon, she moves and talks like someone who was just forced out of bed. Luckilly she doesn't seem to have recognized me... actually she barely seems to be aware that I am standing right in front of her.
After signing in she hands me a key ring with a seemingly unecessary number of keys. "This is to the front door, this is to the side door, this is to your dish cupboard, this one's for your room..." As she leads me around I count the number of padlocks. The unofficial count is 144.

