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My last day in NZ...... what would I do with it?
I had only just got back from Auckland 5 days or so before, and suddenly my family was visiting and my flights were booked to go 'home'. It was lovely to have my mum and step-dad with me- Emma too - though I remember thinking that the house seemed too small all of a sudden. That my emotions didnt have room - that I needed more space.... my urge for solititude sneeking back I guess.
I managed to waste a few hours wondering Pollen Street, being distracted by my mum dragging me into antique shops in the search for Cartenware. Whilst in town, I of course paid a visit to the Imperial hotel to say good bye to the place that had been the home to some of my best kiwi moments, and to Maori Mike & Stella the bull mastif.
After that rancid goodbye I had had enough, I went back to the house, rolled up an extra long 'cigarette' and walked down Adams road Hill to Thornton Bay Beach. The beach here is very plain in a way - the sea is calm, the sand a mellow hue but more often than not - you have it all to yourself and it radiates peace and tranquility. Across the Firth of Thames you can see the hills behind Kaiaua & Miranda, behind which the sun always sets. Its beautiful. Me and Emma stayed for hours, until it was time to head back up the hill, for my last sleep.
It took a LOT of will power to not sit upon such a wonderful sight full of regret to be leaving, but instead brimming with pride. Hell, I had done some cool stuff and had an abdundance of special memories; I had walked around an active marine volcano and climbed two other NZ peaks, I had gone out on the piss all on my own....and had the best nights doing so! I had visited a south pacific paradise.... and been robbed! I had drunkenly shaken hands with John key - the NZ Prime Minister! I had riden the mighty Shot-Over Jet . I had lived with a colourful aray of people from all around the world including Koreans, Kiwi's, Canadian's, Irish, Indians and Australians!
But more than anything, I felt different, more confident.... more equiped to face the world and all it throws at you. It was that feeling of acomplishment and self-worth that I would taking home with me, as my greatest souvenir- and onwards with me, wherever the wind would blow me, forever more. Thank you New Zealand. Good Evening & Good-Bye xoxoxoxoxox