Flying Pigs
Bit of a surreal evening. Murdock has friends really high up on a hill behind us in the bush. Last night we went up there on the Quad bike, it took 40 minutes, in a hurricane, the weather was really wild. Up at the top the wind was so bad we could hardly stand on the high top balcony of the house. Nice evening, dinner with very interesting people - and then, in the pitch dark back on the quad. Flying along though the wind and rain with bushes and grasses against our faces, over tiny little bridges across swollen rivers - and then in the middle of the track five hairy little white and black spotted pigs, never saw anything so cute. With my eyes hazy from the speed, the wind and the weather it felt a bit like an hallucination - but that can’t be after three glasses of Honey Mead?
I ran a fabulous workshop today. A reflexology demonstration in the morning, scrummy lunch brought by everyone and then a long Yoga Nidra in the afternoon, it took about three hours and went down terrifically well. The house was high up over Whangaparapara Harbour on Harpoon Hill , wind and rain howling around all day. Perhaps I’ll do one when I come back to Lancaster.
Moving again tomorrow - sick of it now. Murdock’s daughter coming home with a freind so no room for me here. Will stay with another friend 2moro then hoping to rent a house on the beach in Tryphena.
Here for another month - till 27th March, then off to Aitutaki where I have rented a tree house on the beach for the first few days. I thought the lagoon was safe there apart from a few nicely coloured little fishes - but looking at the guide book there is a picture of a bloody great big hump backed whale swimming along!
So not sure when I will be on line again, as nearest internet cafe 15k away. But please write to Outpost address, its always lovely to hear from you.
Would be looking forward to coming home if I had anywhere to live, but my truck is parked on a farm now, on which it is parking only, and my previous space is no longer available. Feel a bit tired of the moving about. So, though a lot of this travelling and freedom is all very well and exciting and interesting it would be nice to go home -wherever that may be ………….. but at the moment I would not give this up for the world and am really looking forward to my house on the beach and then Aitutaki - funny old life isnt it?