This was the 27th post (Day 27) of an entire year-long series, which I named ‘Project 365′. The idea was simple enough: travel for a full year and document every day of it, in the form of a daily picture and poem. I am still working on a book of this year-long travel, but till then, enjoy all the posts here. You can check out the daily posts in the details below or jump to the final day of the project by clicking here.
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 phase, if there ever was such a thing. I just have to pass through such days.
Well, coffee helps.