It’s the hottest day so far and were are trussed up in full body life preservers. Fortunately, by the time the boat gets up to speed the breeze cools us down. And then we idle. A black fin rises from the water, sinks back in. Silence. Minutes pass. Again. This time a great spray of […]Read more "Day Twelve"
We soon realised why they call it The Grind. By the quarter way mark I find I am dripping high and low. “You’ve done the hardest part, it gets easier from here.” A man says, passing us by, more or less skipping his way up. His grey hair appears silvery, glistening with sweat. He’s right […]Read more "Day Twelve"
Excessively bright weather. The park we skirted by bike last week, today we investigated by foot. Through its interior: lofty pines above us and ferns below. It wasn’t long before we were back in the city, among the bustle of cars and buildings rising high above us.Read more "Day Ten"
The day felt undefinable. I don’t like saying that. Hemingway would hate that; defining something by a negative. It might be better to say the day was: obtuse, it lacked in definition, in form.Read more "Day Nine"
A seaplane soared overhead, looking like it might not make it, that the approach is too shallow. But it skims the surface, skips and pulls in to a full stop. Wild geese again, this time amongst the guts of an old gas works, painted in a cacophony of colours.Read more "Day Eight"
New day, new city. You can see similarities, even though the differences are immediate and striking: the height, the size. It feels a little more grown up, in a way.Read more "Day Seven"
I always think I should be doing doing doing, especially in a new city, but actually you realise that that’s not necessarily the way. So this time we relaxed, exploited a little. Ate some good food, found some great beer and soaked the place up. Finished the night drunk and dancing, like all good nights, […]Read more "Day Six"