Firstly, a nod to my recently much more appreciated Texan heritage.
I’m currently in Nelson, staying with a friend and spiritual brother I met on Parapara Beach in Golden Bay. Mark is awesome: he’s a doctor at Nelson hospital, plays jazz piano, hang glides, and does Chinese calligraphy. We attended his church yesterday, which consisted of 7 or so elderly couples, singing “How Great Thou Art” and other classic Gospel tunes. Very simple; even more profound.
I’m thinking of sticking around Nelson for a while, despite my commitment to Kawhaka Lodge in the West Coast. I may be raspberry picking until I can find something better–if I find something better–but even that will allow me to explore a bit more around here and continue my friendship with Mark.
New Year’s was interesting: I tented in the front yard of a “bach” (holiday home; short for “bachelor home” because all the early NZ pioneers were bachelors and lived in very simple two-room cottages near the coast) rented out by Mark and some of his doctor friends for a few days. So I did make it to the Mussel Inn, but only a few days later. New Year’s was bonfires and gin and tonics on the beach, with a beautiful yellow harvest moon in the background.
Peace for now, folks.