The End of New Zealand
It ends here - in Melbourne.
The mask slips quickly when traveling alone. Stripped of the subsidies of structure and cronyism you are confronted by irrelevance. And you live a feast and famine cycle of frantic engagement and long silences that doesn't quickly come to terms with a sedentary social metabolism. But on both counts, you do adjust.
Things improve for Morrissey, so I move on before he becomes needy again. Dunedin is pleasant but unremarkable. I run into my volleyball team again and we talk about how great a coincidence this is. We do the same thing the next morning in another part of town.
While in Christchurch, I make a point of visiting Cathedral Square to see the Wizard of Christchurch. The wizard is former university professor who gives ladder-top public lectures on various topics. Apparently, he is particularly passionate on the topic of inverting the world map to put New Zealand on top where it rightfully belongs. If you are interested in learning more about the wizard, his web site in here. Judging by the number of broken links, the wizard hasn't yet mastered the web but the site is functional enough for you to consider and dismiss most of his ideas. I only catch the end of today's lecture, which is probably for the best.
I take the train up to Wellington and the boat back across the straight. The first of three one-day cricket matches between New Zealand and Australia is broadcast in the ferry lounge and some passengers seem to elect returning to Picton over tearing themselves away. Wellington is windy. It spend most of my time with a British guy who is trying to choose settling in Melbourne and returning to London. We hike up the peak on the west side of the city to get this view.
These words are my own
The mask slips quickly when traveling alone. Stripped of the subsidies of structure and cronyism you are confronted by irrelevance. And you live a feast and famine cycle of frantic engagement and long silences that doesn't quickly come to terms with a sedentary social metabolism. But on both counts, you do adjust.
Things improve for Morrissey, so I move on before he becomes needy again. Dunedin is pleasant but unremarkable. I run into my volleyball team again and we talk about how great a coincidence this is. We do the same thing the next morning in another part of town.
While in Christchurch, I make a point of visiting Cathedral Square to see the Wizard of Christchurch. The wizard is former university professor who gives ladder-top public lectures on various topics. Apparently, he is particularly passionate on the topic of inverting the world map to put New Zealand on top where it rightfully belongs. If you are interested in learning more about the wizard, his web site in here. Judging by the number of broken links, the wizard hasn't yet mastered the web but the site is functional enough for you to consider and dismiss most of his ideas. I only catch the end of today's lecture, which is probably for the best.
I take the train up to Wellington and the boat back across the straight. The first of three one-day cricket matches between New Zealand and Australia is broadcast in the ferry lounge and some passengers seem to elect returning to Picton over tearing themselves away. Wellington is windy. It spend most of my time with a British guy who is trying to choose settling in Melbourne and returning to London. We hike up the peak on the west side of the city to get this view.
These words are my own
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