Starting to Panic
Trip Start Oct 12, 2005
47Trip End May 04, 2006
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Well, I'm here in Queenstown. Didn't go to Invercargill ... and am glad I didn't. I've had soooo sooo much fun while I was here!! I met a bunch of really cool people and that is the reason I stayed ... didn't actually do or see anything exciting here (although it is absolutely breath-taking).
One of the people I met is worth mention in this entry. Eyal for Israel. My knitting partner in crime. Eyal is 24, and has just finished 3 years in the Isreali army. He was commander of 5 troups .... he is now obsessed (thanks to me) with knitting. I'm not kidding. Obsessed is the correct word to use. We met in the kitched of the hostel here .... he saw me write my name on a case of beer I had just bought and everytime we passed eachother he would yell out my name. So we got to talking and he was interested in the half knit sock I was totting around with me. I told him if he was actually interested I would teach him to knit. So I did. His friends all went out to the bar that night and he stayed in the hostel and worked on knitting (much to the amusement of everyone in the tv room). It took a little bit of encouragment, and reassurance that "nobody was judging him" but didn't take long to see that he was genuinly interested in what he was learning.
The next day he says he wants to make a hat ... I'm a little surprised that he is interested continuing on with another project (he made a case for his cell phone the night before) and that it wasn't just a "one time deal". So I tell him I found a wool store downtown (sniffing out wool stores IS the first thing I do in every new town I go to ... surprise surprise) we can go to. So we do. He is facinated by all the different types of wool. So he finnaly finds the yarn he wants and I tell him he is welcome to use my needles ... to which he replys "I want my own needles". Naturally, I got really excited and accidentally yell out "YOUR OWN NEEDLES!!!!!!!!!!!!" in the kind of delight only a knitter would understand. He looks at me and looks at the woman who ran the store and was obviously uncomfortable by out intense stares of delight and shock. "yes, my own needles". He picks out a pair of 5.0mm bamboo needles that I am a little jelous of (mine are plastic).
Three days of solid knitting, and he completed a nice little tooque with earflaps and strips and everthing! I am sooooo impressed with my little Israeli protege! Today before he left we went back to knitting store so that he could get his own supplies, patterns, measuring tape, scissors, wool needles and of course ... more yarn. He took videos of "casting on" and "purling" just incase he forgets. He is the first person I have truely converted to the knitting religion ... such a wonderful feeling!! I think my trip may actually be complete now ... I can spin, felt, weave and I have passed my obsession on to one other person .... and not just any person, a heterosexual guy!! I'm like the supreme champion of all time ... at least in my eyes!
Anyways, my Israeli friends are all gone now and tomorrow I am off with an American who was traveling with them ... hitching a ride to Greymouth. My plan is to be out of New Zealand in about a week ... although I have yet to buy a plane ticket. Ah well.