Elena is on a short round-trip to Australia, so I did what I assume everyone does when they’re left home alone; sip bottomless cups of chamomile tea and watch Wes Anderson films. I watched the ‘Darjeeling Limited’ and now I think I’ll go to India.
Saturday dawned and instead of hopping a plane, threw a few necessities in the car and made my way into the mountains for an overnight jaunt. On the way west, I made sure I drove through the busiest part of town and the local penitentiary, if for nothing but sheer contrast.
Hiked the Devil’s Punchbowl and Bridal Falls in the early afternoon, indulged in a post-sunset swim in the cleaner end of the Waimakariri and fell asleep stretched out in the back of the car reading Barbara Kingsolver’s ‘Small Wonder’.Before sunrise I brewed coffee and watched the fog and mist of a still night gather in secret meetings over small lakes.I wandered back to the coast to meet the working week, mosquito bites and hummus stains on my shorts as evidence of a weekend spent. Nearer to home I stopped and shared a carrot breakfast with a couple of local goons.