Autumn yawns, stretches its arms, rubs its eyes. The usually clement Bay of Plenty warily, wearily regards the approaching season as one might a cantankerous landlord calling last orders. Enjoy your final glass of fun in the sun people; closing time draws ever nearer.
Glorious blues, greens and golds are shrugged of by the beaches to make way for their woeful wintry wardrobes of miserable monochromes. The steely sea and sky shuffle and swirl in uneasy unison like emos at a shoegazing gig. Not 10kms offshore the enigmatic Moutohora or Whale Island is veiled like a curvaceous belly dancer. Coyly, she waves away the adventurous imaginations of would-be explorers, their idle musings kept to themselves until a fairer day.
The weather is the coercive nudge I need to get me into the cyber extortion centre: An hour's internet usage costs the same as a glass of chilled premium grog, and in warm sunshine the choosing of beer over bits and bytes is a no-brainer. Ergo, I am behind with this blog but expert at watching condensation trickle merrily down cold glasses on hot days.
Indeed, there is much for me to tell you about since my last post from Marlborough over a month ago. Too much for me to tackle in one post (and I daresay too much for you too) and too much to warrant keeping things in chronological order.
So... I'll get all interactive on your arses and let you decide what to tell you about next! Below are 3 subjects - contenders for the topic of the next post. Please leave a comment on this post with your choice and I shall accordingly prepare the next installment.
The choices are:
1. What we've seen, me and Maxine - Road-trip adventuring around North Island with Sicky and Prev & Cat.
2. Weatherproof in Warkworth - Kirsten & Tim's wonderful watery wedding
3. Pies of New Zealand - a "pie-ary", if you will, chronicalling my love affair with the Kiwis' national snack and the thrilling quest to find Badcliffe's Supreme Champion Pie of New Zealand.Fingers on keypads, audience. Please vote now...
