Today I find myself navigating some of the hillier lanes in and around the Bay of Islands. It's my first day on an under-powered scooter and I thought my asphalt-free days were behind me in Mongolia, but I was wrong. A swift learning curve: scooters and gravel are not well-matched. Still, I've learnt it's possible to transport a beaker of coffee on the footplate without spillage (no, not on the hilly gravelly roads, just up the high street). The scootering is to aid my new job as a freelance, commission-only salesperson for Paihia's only marketing and print company. If I think too hard about the job itself I want to weep (full time since last Thursday, not a penny earned yet) but the means of doing the job is kinda fun - trucking it up to Kerikeri via farms, holiday parks, paintball people and waterfalls; scootering over to Te Haumi under a brilliant blue sky with scarf billowing Isadora Duncan style; pottering through Paihia in the rain (ok, that day wasn't so fun...). I must have spoken to a couple of hundred people by now - there aren't that many of them here, I'll know them all soon.
Officialdom: I have a bank account, I have a job of sorts, I'm waiting on my medical to be ticked off and posted to Auckland (my blood results came back, the receptionist told me brightly "nothing major" .... nothing major?? you can't say that and not tell me anything else!). Then I should receive my visa and start earning money providing I find a proper paying job or get better at the one I'm doing. I'm an official person again, even though I can still fit all my possessions in my minuscule 30-litre day pack and I continue to live on the site of a backpackers (manager, darling, not resident).
Nearly everyday I wonder "what on earth are you doing here?" - I haven't found an answer yet. I miss good journalism, interesting art, my music, my duvet, normal TV, good pubs. God how I miss good pubs! Here I enjoy more sun, good wine, a view of the ocean, beautiful hills. I'm living with a set of scales in my head with weights changing daily; I know I don't have to choose, but it feels like every moment I stay, I'm making a decision that will be harder and harder to un-knit.
Thursday 30 August 2007
Sunday 26 August 2007
Catching up on me
Crikey, I haven't updated this since Brisbane. That was nearly three months ago and prior to the most exciting/unusual part of my trip. I'll update retrospectively, gradually, as I extract the bits of writing from here and there - things are scribbled in one or other of the numerous notebooks I have been carrying around. Some words are slowly shipping their way from Beijing to New Zealand in a package I posted back in June. Still, I can link to photos...
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