Small miracles

…sitting alone in that bar you like in the part of town where you used to live and suddenly every song they play is a song you love.

Family I never knew I had I miss you already

We wander around this capital city that’s also a village and we run into aunties and friends. Family I never I knew I had, I’m going to miss you.

Take the train

Take the train it’s nicer. Mist rising in a field as the sun rises, a perfect cup of tea, a pod of dolphins over there by that outcropping, and here, look, fur seals lying lazily in the sun. I’m sorry if this sounds like an ad, but I’m really enjoying this train ride.

Christchurch

Such devastation that you can’t even find a good place to eat. The skies open up and the rains starts pouring down and you are saved by the unmistakeable noise of a pub. You lose your shy vegetarianism and order the hamburger with bacon washing it all down with a tower of beer.

About the number

One thousand, four hundred, seventy-six. That’s the number, give or take. The original mission, forgotten in the day to day.

Elevation Charts

The afternoon comes hard. There’s more hills to climb than you thought and the road just seems to go on forever.

Canal Road

Sneak past the gate, slight worry about getting caught: what will I say? Plead the ignorant tourist? What if they take these things seriously? But then: bliss. An empty road beside the canal all mine, birds that haven’t seen people all day suddenly scared into flight by my passing bicycle.