Raglan, New Zealand
The Definition of a Peaceful Evening.
I hitched my way into town this afternoon, and ran into various friends of the way there and sitting at the corner when I finally arrived. After saying hellos and making a few purchases at the store, peanut butter and candy were among the buys. Ooh, just remembered I still have a Cadbury’s Dream Egg left (soo good, definitely a plus to Easter in NZ).
I’ve got my Egg. From town I headed out to the beach to spend the afternoon practicing in the surf. Hey, it’s what people seem to do around here. When in Rome…surf, as it turns out. I took a few steps forward and then one or two back. But it’s not a bad way to spend an afternoon. At the end of the day, I caught a ride back to the hostel with Gomer, the surf instructor (don’t feel bad when he does a handstand on the board, he’s been surfing for over 20 years). The hostel was almost completely deserted at the time. Of the people staying here, the southern siblings were off somewhere, the Dutch guy was lost in the hills, and Canadian girl joined us in the sauna while Tank drove off to find the wayward wanderer. The heat helped and I left the sauna refreshed, after hosing off in the cold water that is. The others wandered off and I busied myself in the kitchen deprived of Franno’s cooking
Let me digress here for one moment. The dinners I’ve been eating here at Karioi are by far the best meals I’ve ever had in a hostel. Tignes included, sorry guys.
I cooked the one recipe I know how to make halfway decent and settled back to eat my chicken and pasta. I sat out on the deck, with dinner and drink, both water and wine. I relaxed with an after dinner smoke. The Indigo Girls are on the stereo, and I’m settling back in my bathrobe in absolute contentment. This is the answer for a peaceful Monday night.
So I’m finishing the evening by reading a few letters from those of you who I’ve heard from, and writing a few myself. I’ve found a nice little place to relax and this place is excellent for that.
I hitched my way into town this afternoon, and ran into various friends of the way there and sitting at the corner when I finally arrived. After saying hellos and making a few purchases at the store, peanut butter and candy were among the buys. Ooh, just remembered I still have a Cadbury’s Dream Egg left (soo good, definitely a plus to Easter in NZ).
I’ve got my Egg. From town I headed out to the beach to spend the afternoon practicing in the surf. Hey, it’s what people seem to do around here. When in Rome…surf, as it turns out. I took a few steps forward and then one or two back. But it’s not a bad way to spend an afternoon. At the end of the day, I caught a ride back to the hostel with Gomer, the surf instructor (don’t feel bad when he does a handstand on the board, he’s been surfing for over 20 years). The hostel was almost completely deserted at the time. Of the people staying here, the southern siblings were off somewhere, the Dutch guy was lost in the hills, and Canadian girl joined us in the sauna while Tank drove off to find the wayward wanderer. The heat helped and I left the sauna refreshed, after hosing off in the cold water that is. The others wandered off and I busied myself in the kitchen deprived of Franno’s cooking
Let me digress here for one moment. The dinners I’ve been eating here at Karioi are by far the best meals I’ve ever had in a hostel. Tignes included, sorry guys.
I cooked the one recipe I know how to make halfway decent and settled back to eat my chicken and pasta. I sat out on the deck, with dinner and drink, both water and wine. I relaxed with an after dinner smoke. The Indigo Girls are on the stereo, and I’m settling back in my bathrobe in absolute contentment. This is the answer for a peaceful Monday night.
So I’m finishing the evening by reading a few letters from those of you who I’ve heard from, and writing a few myself. I’ve found a nice little place to relax and this place is excellent for that.
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