Week One in Dunedin

I'm trying to blog as quickly as I can about my first two and a half months in Dunedin. My first week in Dunedin was memorable, so to speak. I was living out of my suitcases because I was too jet lagged to unpack. Since I flew in on a Friday night, the first weekend was sprung upon me really quickly.

Saturday nights in Dunedin usually consist of a casual stroll to Monkey Bar, which is nothing short of a trashy night club, yet always provides an awesome DJ and an open dance floor. At around 1 or 2am, the group usually breaks apart; one going home and the other going to the Octagon. The Octagon is highly unpredictable, you can either stop to get some Jesus Sausage on the way to party at Alibi or Pop, or meet some really drunk kiwis to take pictures with. Either way, the most memorable parts of the weekends are trekking around Dunedin with your flatmates experiencing the true kiwi lifestyle.