A few hours up the coast now in Greymouth at a backpackers, looking forward to night 13 in my tent. (The one night I spent passed out on the floor at The A-Teams lodging was pretty close to sleeping in a tent. I was on the floor, afterall.)

Maybe I could just say, night 13 of no beds. There, that clears this all up.

Well, time to go eavesdrop on some germans. If only I spoke german.