The hills above Glenorchy and Kinloch got a fresh dusting last night. While I was working in the restaurant I kept standing in the doorway, watching the clouds dance their way across the peaks; light of the setting sun shining brilliantly, bringing the valley further and further into darkness, until only the final high summits where illuminated. North towards Mt. earnslaw, the sky was on fire in a brilliant orange. I took a stroll down to the lake, leaving my camera, I just wanted to sit and watch, I don’t need to photograph everything…
Well, I finally got around to putting some photos together, only problem is that I don’t have a driver for my jump drive (Windows 98 on this ‘ol beast), thus, nothing yet…
Other than that, it is quite the bit gloomy at the moment, or rather, quite a bit rainy. Though I shouldn’t really complain, seeing as how I’ve been constantly commenting on how it just doesn’t “feel right” to have it light so late at this time of year. Yesterday was rather brilliant however, my legs are red from floating on a kayak for 2 hours.
It’s almost time for breakfast and I’m quite starving at the moment, so nothing else for now… Not like anything really happens out here anyhow, especially with boring old Cody here…
I think I have landed in paradise, well, ‘Paradise’ is literally about 20km down (or rather up) the road, so I’m not too far off in my current setting; 300 miles from the nearest traffic light. I get to wake up every moring with a view of (slightly) snow-capped mountains stretching into the horizon in every direction, and the ever changing colors of lake Wakatipu. I don’t think I have seen the lake retain the same color for more than a few hours. Brilliant blue, turquoise, grey, green, brown from river sediment; calm and reflective, fierce and white capped. Such is my view, day in and day out.
I set up a Christmas tree yesterday. It is light until 10pm and Midsummer is little more than a week away, yet Christmas is coming; so strange… Even Orion is in the sky, who’s midnight rising I used to watch on those first cool nights of autumn; becoming a permanent fixture by Midwinter on his yearly circle round the heavens. The rest of the sky remains quite foreign to a northerner’s eyes, yet I’m sure they have their own tales of conquest and tragedy, love and defeat; as we find in the north.
Be weary of reading books about travels while traveling onesself, you may find yourself never looking at home on a map again, much less, occupy your thoughts…
…Email your address to my hotmail account and I’ll send you one. Try to do so within 10 days, as I’m a 30 minute drive from the nearest town where I can find a post office, so I want to send them all at once. Though I might be heading into Queenstown on Mon (Sunday for you California peoples), I’m going through chocolate withdrawals out here.
Sand flies: f$%# S$^# A@& M%*^&$ F$*%&#$ !!! Sorry, had to get that out. Nasty little buggers. wearing sandals around, my feet are now completely covered with bite marks, which are bright red dots, that last a good while. Not to mention itch and the usual annoyances than come with having insects sucking your blood. I’m not sure if I’m glad they don’t make any noise or not, a warning would be nice, but I’m sure a constant mosquito like buzzing would drive me insane. I’m about 30 meters from a lake, so they are everywhere here.
All right, I’ve got 30 gigs worth of pictures to edit, lots to write, and look for a good place to shoot tonight, though it’s been a bit rainy today and I’m feeling a bit lazy.
…before getting my van stuck! Driving down some dirt road in the middle of nowhere trying to get to some beach, it ends with a fence and nowhere to turn around. So instead of listening to my own advice, I actually say out loud that I’m going to get stuck turning around, I listen to one of the other guys who says, “it’s ok here.”
Long story short, it took us about an hour to get out, myself having to jack up my back tire so we could put a log underneath to get some traction, and then repeat about 10 times.
I bought myself a van today in Christchurch. ‘83 toyota.
I have a bunch of writings and pictures to post, I’ll get to it sooner or later, now that I have my own transportation, I think I will find a place to stay for the next month or so, where hopefully I can work at a hostel for free accommodation or such. And hopefully free internet access, otherwise, it is often quite expensive to use around here, and I’ve only seen 1 library so far, in Wellington, but I’m sure they likely charged as well!
It’s a nice day out, so it’s time to get outside now…
Due to a multitude of things, including but not limited to: my laziness, bad weather, not liking big cities, and crowds. I decided Auckland would be best observed from 24mm (x1.5)
Ok, Still figuring all this out a bit. What happened to the good old days of sitting next to a small log fire, and penning out a letter by hand while sipping on some old Scotch. I need a time machine.
I must have spend hours wandering around in aspen groves, following some game trail as it wound its way through the trees, higher and higher up the mountains. The days were filled with a light breeze, the trees making that gentle rustle sound and leaves would be falling in front of me, softly floating to the ground. The light inside was an intense yellow, bright, and warm, shining like the stained glass windows in an old cathedral. The shade cooling from the harsh, high mountain sun. On Saturday, it was fully 2:00 in the afternoon before I remembered that I had yet to eat that day, too busy in awe of what I was seeing to worry about hunger.
Looks like I’m now a ‘blogger.’ After some minor thinking, this seems to be the best way to keep up with all back home, while I’m a bit away from home for a while. Still got a week to go and am kinda bored with this semi-homeless state upon which I have entered upon.
For those of you who don’t check the SBdays anymore, here are a few pics from my Sierra trip, Oct 4-9: