28th July 2014 – Picton, New Zealand
The lack of protein has begun to show And the nicotine doesn’t want to go slow With all this hectic travel, sometimes I wonder. If it is blood, or caffeine, that rides the flow.
Those who don’t travel, often keep telling me how jealous they are about what I do. But the wise ones, the ones that travel, keep warning me.
“Watch out. You will tire yourself once in a while. Be ready to rejuvenate, and to reinvent yourself every once in a while.”
Today was one of those days. The harsh cold winter of New Zealand, had begun to take its toll on me already, and I had to take an early morning ferry to Picton, on a bluebridge ferry liner. Smoked almost half a pack, during the whole ferry ride. I was tired, but couldn’t rest or sleep. I don’t know if there is a word in the vocabulary to describe a sense of inertia that tires you out, yet doesn’t want to stop or give up. I think I am living that right now. From Picton, I took a 6-hour bus to Christchurch, and checked into the YMCA. And throughout the day, I took all of just one picture, and am calling it a day for now.
I compare this to a travellers menstrual cycle, if there ever was such a thing. I just have to pass through such days.
Well, coffee helps.