DIARY of PARADISE, #Arrival, part 2

From the moment I grabbed my suitcase, everything went so quickly that I didn´t even realized how did I get to the university. However, the moment when I got out of the airport will probably stay in my mind forever. Hot weather, palms all around, the mountain,..despite of the fact that I didn´t see the sea yet and I was kinda sad that there was a fog while we were landing, so I couldn´t see anything, I was pretty happy to feel the sun on my skin. I was enjoying it for about 5 minutes and then the 2 ladies workig for a transportation company took me to their car. They tried to talk to a me a bit, but hey, I realized very quickly that I probably might have overestimated myself with my level of french! I tried to blame the 25 hour flight, which was pretty tiring, but as soon as they gently "kicked me out" of their car, somewere on the little hill, in front of a small building with a sign "MAISON ETUDIANT", I ´ve got perfectly. Although it happened few hours ago, I don´t really remember how did I ask for the information where should I go, but I remember that they did not really help me.

Ok so in this moment, the temperature is around 28°C, with a high humidity. Imagine me, standing there, tired, lost and plus looking like a complete fool with my sweatshirt and a jacket on. I left my baggage there and I went to look for the house I was suppose to live in...I found something with the name I noted into my phone, but it just looked weird. Suddanly, a small super cute black kid run out of the building and started to laugh on me. Somehow I asked for his mother (yes, i did it in french and I was pretty amazed by myself) and so when the lady came out of the door, wondering what am I doing there all alone, I understood that she is not going to help me.

The trip continues and now I am searching for the University. It just looks pretty confusing from this point of the campus. As soon as I reached the office of our coordinator, I prayed inside of my head that he will allow me speaking english. Of course, that I didn not need to pretend that I was too tired to use my very little part of a brain understanding french that time, so he (with a suspicious -not that welcoming face) accepted my request of forgetting that I came there to learn french and I should not speak english,at least on the very first day.

Let´s call him the coordinator, the guy, who was looking at me with a confused face, not really sure may I be and why am I there, told me straightly: "Well, Veronika right? OK, let´s check if you came the right day and the right time."
I was like, ´Seriously?´...I just crossed half of the world, and even if I didn´t write them at least 4 times the date and the time of my arrival, it would not really understand the purpose of the "check out" if I arrived the exact date and exact time.

When the coordinator realized, that I really came the date and the time I wrote them so many times before, he took me with his scooter up, back to that house where I left my luggage and then to my room, where I am now, describing my very first day. Meanwhile, he forgot that I asked him politely to speak english to me, and so he explained SOMETHING to me, in very quick french,... I understood that he does not have the key from my room and that a lady named Lilly is suppose to have it...but that was all. And so I am sitting here, on my bed, writing this and feeling weird.

Happy but weird, tired, hot, confused, weird, hungry, thirsty, alone, excited, but simply weird. My room looks pretty. It looks a bit like in hospital, as it´s all white with yellow walls. There is one very narrow bed, also white ( with no blanket, only a very think sheet - it feels amazing!) , then there are 2 huge closets and that´s pretty much it. It´s not that clean as in hospotal though...but if I compare it with the dormitories in Slovakia or Czech Republic, this looks like a holiday resort!:D

I feel so tired, that my eyes are closing while writing. I´d like to go to sleep but my heart is beating like a huge clock and I feel hungry. There is nobody around, that´s really weird. I have no money (as I was in a hurry at the airport and I didn´t even see the exchange place), I have no food (as the cute doggie at the airport almost got crazy when he started to feel those 3 huge 4 kilograms heavy saussages which my grandpa forced me to take and I had to traffic them through Finland, where they didn´t realize, through Japan, where they were looking at me like I was completelly insane but I pretended that I had no idea what was the problem and of course I didn´t speak japanese and they, in general, didn´t speak english, till Noumea, where even If I wanted to try to lie that I surely do not have anything like a meat inside of my suitcase, the dog which was becoming crazy as soon as I was in a proximity of 3 meters from him, would reveal my little secret). The school and the residence is just somewhere and I have no idea where it is. And even though it´s super pretty around and I already can see the ocean, and I am going to see it everyday as I got totally stunning view from my window, I kinda have the impression that this place is little bit lost and there is no other life on the next few square kilometres.

But the view from my window....oh man...

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