<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>New Zealand on ngmarley.com</title><link>https://ngmarley.com/blog/tag/new-zealand/</link><description>Recent content in New Zealand on ngmarley.com</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://ngmarley.com/blog/tag/new-zealand/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Almost Christmas!</title><link>https://ngmarley.com/blog/almost-christmas/</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://ngmarley.com/blog/almost-christmas/</guid><description>&lt;p class="note"&gt;Update: After 3 months, I have finally received my refund from JetStar. I still can’t recommend that anyone ever give them any of his/her hard-earned money, though. #worstcompanyever&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s been a while since I&amp;rsquo;ve posted on here.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;Our last post left off with us in Chiang Mai, Thailand, about to complete our one-month stay in our apartment. Since then, Brittany and went all the way through Malaysia to Singapore via train from Chiang Mai. It was a long, multi-stop journey. We first went from CM to Bangkok, which took about a day (24 hours. We took a sleeper). Trains in Thailand aren&amp;rsquo;t that great, and stop a lot. For apparently no reason. For hours at a time. After a night&amp;rsquo;s rest in Bangkok, we took another train to Penang, Malaysia, also on a sleeper.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Traveling vs. Living</title><link>https://ngmarley.com/blog/traveling-vs-living/</link><pubDate>Mon, 09 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://ngmarley.com/blog/traveling-vs-living/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://media.ngmarley.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/hobbiton-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="https://media.ngmarley.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/hobbiton-m.jpg" alt="Hobbiton"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;Hobbiton&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;I got back from a trip to south Texas at 4:20 am this morning. A trip in which I realized that I really don&amp;rsquo;t like traveling &amp;ndash; at least not the &amp;ldquo;traveling&amp;rdquo; part. It was a &lt;strong&gt;lot&lt;/strong&gt; of driving, and a lot of my car falling apart {it now has 227,000 miles on it and makes some awful scraping noises}.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; seeing new cultures &amp;amp; spending time getting to know an area, a culture and a people, but hate the actual transport part of it. I arrive to my destination tired and dirty. I don&amp;rsquo;t like being tired. Or dirty. I also usually arrive hungry, which I also don&amp;rsquo;t like being.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>