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Read more: 151. Sending back what the optimist ordered151. Sending back what the optimist ordered
I have been to Fiji eight times. Eight. Not once did it rain more than what we all know as a sun shower. I want that on the record before I tell you what Samoa did to us. This trip was a gift. Literally. Five years ago, the Latino left Argentina, left his family, his job,…
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67. Too much information?
Read more: 67. Too much information?It’s day three and I feel peculiar but not hungry. And the peculiar is in my head more than anywhere else. I am cast adrift from the rhythm of my normal life – the loving preparation of food, the meal table chat, the pleasure of it all. I miss that more than I miss the…
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66. I suspect Nelson was briefed.
Read more: 66. I suspect Nelson was briefed.We just went for a one and a half hour walk into town for a break from the compound. Followed the rules. Turned left.
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65. House Arrest
Read more: 65. House ArrestI wonder if it’s all part of making me let go. There’s no cellphone reception at the Retreat so to make contact with the outside world you have to use their landline. This morning I think I was on the phone too long, and was promptly given a PIN number for future use. I weakly…
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64. Note to self: breathe
Read more: 64. Note to self: breatheWe caught a supershuttle to the retreat. Trevor knew a lot about the area he’d lived in all his life. As well as all the Nelson hotspots and historical highlights, he also handily gave us directions to the cop shop should we go clubbing and get in a spot of bother. Nelson can kick up…
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63. Fast. No food.
Read more: 63. Fast. No food.I am packing tonight, again I am packing. Tomorrow I am heading to Nelson with a friend to take on a Seven Day Fast at something called a Wellness Centre. Seven days, no eating. Our diet will apparently consist of juices, supplements and herbs. We will be dry brushing. We will be gently walking. We…
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62. Making friends with an anticlimax.
Read more: 62. Making friends with an anticlimax.Three vouchers, four queues and a minivan later and we find ourselves resident in a Day Room at a hotel, somewhere near Kuala Lumpur. It’s enormous, this hotel. Enormous. Four pavilions. And the architects are having a right old laugh, they must be. “Let’s throw as many different luxe surfaces together as we can in…









