Inter City bus lines comes through Turangi, the self-styled trout fishing capital of the world (where fishing will set you back $120 NZ), at 1:10 a.m., less than two hours from now. It comes through more than once, but this way we save on hostel fees. We can sleep on the bus… at least inContinue reading “Waiting for the bus”
Category Archives: Travel
The New Zealand Penguin flu
We hostel cleaners stay in a little space under the stairs in a dorm called Penguin. It is cold in Penguin. Daniel and I have gotten what I think is Influenza. We’re finally on the upswing today, and heading to Christchurch.
Auckland to Kaikoura
Blogger in New Zealand seems to be stuck in Japanese, so I’m not a hundred percent sure what I’m doing here. Tomorrow it will have been two weeks since we left… or rather, the day after tomorrow back home. We landed in Auckland. Auckland is boring. Think Seattle with nothing to do. They call itContinue reading “Auckland to Kaikoura”
After 35 hours of travel and a few more resting
There is no time. No day, night. No hour for eating, or sleeping. I am always tired, always dozing, but never fully asleep. I am never hungry and never full. I am fed dinner at midnight local time and then breakfast at 3 a.m. local time. These are seven hours apart. I am in crowds.Continue reading “After 35 hours of travel and a few more resting”
In Seattle
On Thursday I took the bus to Monroe by way of Spokane, Wenatchee, and Steven’s pass. I had chosen an unfortunate day to be picked up from that town—rain begins pounding in, sideways, and my ride calls to say the traffic from Redmond is unbelievable. I crochet in a coffee shop for two hours (mannedContinue reading “In Seattle”
Durango
26 hours 55 minutes and 1053 miles after starting in Moscow, I am at Durango Joe’s in Durango. My brain has that chaffed feeling of too little sleep and too much heat (the latter being the reason for the former) as I got a solid hour, maybe; “solid” not indicating the calibre of the sleepContinue reading “Durango”
South by South East
It seems eons have passed since I was in Moscow. In Boise I laughed and screamed till I was hoarse, and then the bus… the station, filled with deralicts… how is it that these people look this way, I wondered; does their appearance stem from their particular vices, or is it because they are unattractiveContinue reading “South by South East”
Take that, Cream Puff
Apparently, France is fattening at about the same rate as America (“France following the path of the United States,” runs the headline. Otherwise, all you may get from this is a nice picture of a fat woman’s derriere). How did we get to this point, you ask? Was it the Normandy butter, the four thousandContinue reading “Take that, Cream Puff”
2005 in review
It was a strange year, dawning on the Champs Elysees with a few friends and ending in Sandpoint, Idaho with a few friends — one of which was an overlap. Last April, in the South of France, my contact proff’s husband was teaching me how to snorkle. The water was freezing, streching from gray toContinue reading “2005 in review”
Dates
It was in the negative degrees, and the roads sported ice as hard and dry as the concrete beneath them. Inside, we swallowed coffee that even piping hot seemed lukewarm. In came Leslie and another bearing plates, sugar and spice and everything nice. On one lay crumbly squares filled with a brown paste. Dates, saidContinue reading “Dates”
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