Sitting by the hearth. I do alot of back-dating my posts, but today is today.
Night stalker. Evening is time with the fam. The night is mine.
Mike invited me to his house. It's a new feature on Couchsurfing, one I've explored only once before that landed me a travelling mate for a couple days. This one has yielded the same.
The invitation was shady on the surface. He invited me to share his bed (no hanky panky - promise!) & btw he's a nudist. (*I must clarify here for my parents that I did not share the bed with him; I had a bunk to myself in a separate room thank you very much*) Most telling is that his massive German Shephard was beaten up by a possum. Pets take after their owners, & I see no problem.
On day 2, Mike & his son Jack left for Dunedin, leaving the dog & the house in our care. For the weekend. In Queenstown, party central. With a fridge full of beer. Oh dear.
Tonight is my 6th night staying here. I'm really feeling like a homebody. Constantly keeping the kitchen clean. We stay in & watch movies or tv at night. Have dinner together, fight with Jack to go to bed on time. Yesterday we made pumpkin & kumara pie for the family!
Making decisions about the future, or what I want my present to be. The opportunities are only limited by my creativity. Of all the places to be, this is a great time to be in Queenstown. The autumn is so beautiful & the mountains are truly Remarkable. And I really feel like things are falling into place.
Life is a crash course on timing.
Met an Estonian named Annika when our paths miraculously crossed as we were both about to get lost in the woods. Happenstance makes her a CSer, & I have a torch. The next day she's hitchhiking for the first time with myself & Ariella, my co-pilot. Just down the road to see what it's like. Our thumbs & smiles grab us a jetboat ride with our ride! Blastoff!!!
[and cheers in Estonian is terviseks :-)]
Hitchhiking makes you believe in fate. Timing is everything & everything is connected.
In fact, if I hadn't have missed my layover in Florida in 2010, I wouldn't have gotten a free roundtrip through that budget US airline, wouldn't have gone to Panama City from Colombia to use it, wouldn't have caught the boat to NZ. Because I slept in a half hour. Simple as that.
I've slept one hour during the night only to wake to a missed call from overseas. How do they do it? Some people have a knack for this!
I've been trying to sail to Australia for well over a month. Friends of mine have been pushing it back since March & about every 3 weeks it coincides with perfect timing for me. The 3 weeks in between were at the end of April when I had to make a move. I couldn't wait around when it's going to possibly be months while the weather is turning cold & the South Island lays unexplored. The day after I book my ticket South, guess who calls saying they're leaving next week. So long compadres.
Hiking the mountains provides clarity. It's been 2 weeks between here & Dunedin in the South; meeting good friends, penguin hunting & exploration. What do I want my present to be. Drop everything else. Focus. Ski season sounds nice, but let's head to Australia. Wrap this up & let's go! No more dicking around!
Then my phone is buzzing once again. My friends from the boat. Not gone yet, in fact, more repairs. Leaving in a few weeks.
Things are finally (seemingly) working out!
...and Jesus, it's already 2:30am & I'm supposed to be up & out tramping early.
Bad timing. sigh.