Still Raining...

Back in Wellington. It has been raining now for about 3 weeks…I admit my mood can get a little soggy after coming into the house time after time soaked with the sky’s salty tears running down my chin…its hard not to take on the problems of the heavens after she’s been weeping on your shoulders all day….but ya know what---sometimes you just got to say hey, sing that wet face away…go for a stroll..eat a pop tart…cheer up….my friend Edward Khil has been helping me out with that. (click this.). I am jack's vocal medley.

Roads.

It was raining for more than 2 weeks straight, unwavering…There’s nothing like it I've seen… darkness every day, grey and mauve capes hung somberly over the city and country side blocking the light from the sun…The sun, a fireball of legend in outer space that I have faith still exists…I read ancient parchment by candle fire in a damp corner of our flat of a heat that came from the sky and warmed the faces of children; a burnt yellow crayon scribbled hard on pasty white paper. I choose to believe it. It is clear. We must leave Wellington post haste….we left 4 days ago in search for dryer souls.

We headed north towards New Plymouth, where Phil, our mate from work grew up. We drove for about 2 hours through pelting rain and then something happened…..the windshield was silent and no man made lights were needed to see ahead. The corners of our mouths perked with hope for something above--an unabashed encounter with daylight.

It was wonderful and we saw it once more. We spent the night in New Plymouth and then headed to Taupo in the morning where we would stay in a hostile for the next 2 nights. The first night we went to a spa that was heated naturally by hot springs--awesome, went back to the hostile and met some more people—a girl from France, two from England and one from Boston who ended up coming back to Wellington with us. The next night we found another natural hot spring at the end of a river--awesomer….I mean Jacuzzi hot with yes, a steaming waterfall…got some peeps from the hostile that night and went back out there….it felt amazing considering it was freezing outside. Also we went luging….you get in a small cart and race down a steep tracked mountain. After the second time down, I thought----man you could really hurt yourself doin this….hmm… again we go—it was great. So there’s a few points--….all in all it was stellar trip-- much needed and absolutely gorgeous. I got a few pics but didn't document the whole thing.

frame scotty bear.

phil brew

boom

There are foxes that paint in this small town. it is incredible. you should see the--I am sorry, I was trying to impress you with a tale of wonder. There are no foxes that paint here.

hmmmff

tea, post haste.

snubberson.

planning to burn down every macdonalds.

phil trying to get out a piece of candy I told him was inside the camera

phil showing the girl standing behind me that he could kill her with one sexy glance and that is why the shades remain.

baxter.

return of the yellow

yayyyyy

air sofa

David Cheek this one's for you--objective: get a hole in one on a piece green way out out in the water....I had no idea what I was doing but if you made it you would win 10,000 dollars....i just crammed it as hard as i could and it apparently hit the green out there...so what did i get for getting so close---a free ball...I"ll take it.

hot springs....yes mam.

phil zoning. thinking. planning....the revolution.

driving through a painting.

this looked so fake

the fifth wheel

I want to eat a cow from this farm.

This was "Mount Doom" in lord of the rings

ridiculous.

look at that.

I stopped in my tracks and was just staring at this.

me and scott lookin kinda gay.

Thoughts in My Mind.

I got in the shower and noticed there was only one light now in the bathroom that wasn’t burnt out-----one spotlight that beamed down over the tub and the stage was set…maybe the water was too hot or maybe because the light was different to where you could see more moisture in the air than before—I don’t know---but it was so foggy I could barely see my hand in front of my face. The light was so soft around the edges kind of like a Pat Benatar video and I couldn't help it...I got this hard popping bass line in my head…da dum dum dadumdum-- and that deep 80’s snare accompanied promptly--ya know the one…sounds like a wide broom smacking the floor of an empty warehouse….da dum dum dadumdum pfffffffff, da dum dum da dumdum pfffffff…..shout out to all those who pretend in the shower--- you know what I’m talking about; you're on an empty beach with the hot spring waterfall beating you in the face waking you up to a strange world….yea, me either...anyway, a great video was so being scored during this shower sesh but my mind wondered again distracted by the smell of formaldehyde and bacon bits…yes, that exact combination. But not the real kind, like the fake bacon bits, the 99 cent and on special bacon bits becasue they taste like hardened bits of hairspray--so like 57 cent bacon bits. That smell triggered immediately an un-seeming but vivid memory of two nights earlier when I dropped a raw chicken breast into a pot of boiling water…it was the exact same smell, I mean an exactly identical smell--and then I had one of these moments....

---Its like I was that raw piece of chicken in the pot, cooking in the shower….whoah indeed Keanu…whoah indeed.

You are Never a Patriot Until You Leave.

Any Kiwi who has a chip on his shoulder I just ask for their email address and send them this...

so true.

Uhh...Fail.

I walked out of a coffee shop in Kilbirnie the other day and looked up to find this mural---there are no words necessary for this epic fail..

Apocalypse Now

This morning I finished my shower, turned off the water, and grabbed my towel. I started to wipe down when I felt something pushing taint bound on the inside of my thigh and this was it…

It dropped to the tub floor and I proclaimed a high volume “shhhiiiiiiiit”….… A son from Hades had breached the horizon, some antichristical creature emerged on the surface of our reality.... No, this in fact was not a demon but an insect called a weta. I later found out they are endangered---so I’m gonna say I apologized for having startled it with my high pitched screams, patted its little head, and sent it along its way…that is what I am going to say happened.

Logistics.

So we finally made it into a house of our own, our very own embassy. Great central location and a home with some character---the lady who lived here before us was an artist so the colors are quite bizarre…my room is decked out in drag plum purple and tiger print curtains—I’m downz. I have a loft in my room as well but whoever made the ladder to get up there is a tard…needless to say I have to wear shoes to get up the ladder and into bed. You can’t stand on the rungs with bare feet it hits at every worst pressure point in your foot and if you think you’re tough like I did the first night then you’ll be on the floor murmuring sweet sally trying not to wake anyone up till the cramp in your foot goes away.

Oh yea--we stayed at a hostile for awhile and met some awesome human beings—our little crew consisted of Alex from England, a Maria from Germany, a Maria from Switzerland, Marco from Germany—who is now living with us, and Rachel a fellow American…I slept in a room smaller than my room at home with six other people---the air was wet and smelled south of cheese but you got to meet people which was great. Honestly, I loved it but I couldn’t do it for a long period time. Great experience.