I have come to see over the last couple of days that my entries here have been of a slightly less quality than perhaps they should be - much less quality than you deserve. I can see I have become far less erudite, slightly less empassioned, and definitely more abrupt.
But it's so busy. Being on this bus is like being on a school trip. There is always something to do, and they constantly have activities planned, and by the time we get back, we all just want to go to the pub.
I have to confess, it's distracting me from my obligations to you all.
More distracting still are the people we are meeting. Having spent over a month with really just each othe for company, Dand and I were very grateful to meet some new people - not that we were at all sick of each other really, but it's tough being with somebody 24/7. Heck, it's more than most married people manage!!
But the honeymoon period is over - reality kicks in and it can be hard to keep conversations alive all the time, and a few meals have been amusing, if not for the riduclous things we end up talking abot - disabled animals, extra body parts, and leprosy to name but a few.
So new guys to meet has been ace, and we have been making the most of the unusual social situation we find ourselfs, and that is why these entries may get a little sparser, just for NZ, before we head off on our own again, and the only escape from Dan I get is through this technological counselling service!!!!!
So, an update you want? An update you will have.
After the excitement of the last couple of days, we decided to take it easy. We took a ferry across the water to a place called Russel, and strolled over the head so we could see the Bay of Islands for exactly what they are -
A Bay Of Islands.
And we weren't dissapointed. As we got over the top of the head, we saw the islands in the disttance, on the clearest day I have ever seen. They looked like they had just been painted out there on the horizon, and could be washed away any minute. We went to the beach, Long Beach, and sat there for what seemed like hours. It was so quiet. We were the only people there the entire time, and the only noise you could hear were the occassional 'Kaw' of a seagull, and the continous, methodical, crashing of the waves on the beach. But even they stopped every now and then - and we were ledt with silence. It was probably the most peaceful place I ever been.
I didn't expect to find it there - but it was. We were both lost in it, and just sat and looked out. You couldn't help it. It was strange. The beach just took us over and we were stuck, on that beach, just watching.
But we had to get back. We had a bus to catch back for a night in Auckland before we begin our journey south. Tonight we venture out on the town to try and catch some of the local comedy festival, which should hopefully keep us entertained.
The contrast between this leg and our last is stark - but I don't think it matters. If I keep seeing things like I did today, I will not stop smiling!
Things though have got off to a good start.
(Oh, and the other night, after a month of wishing, I found and actively participated in a Karaoke. Perfection!)