Travelling again

I could rely on the best of friends to pick me up at the day of my departure from New Zealand.  Not only did they ferry me and my heavy bag across the Kerikeri River, they also dropped me at the bus and waved me goodbye.  It is wonderful to feel so ‘at home’ in a country where one is only a visitor.  On the bus I met an interesting marine cadet and in Auckland I was welcomed into the lives of new friends.  People whom we’ve met during one of my book signings in Kerikeri.  Their spontaneous friendliness mirrors that of most New Zealanders.  For me the time with them was food for my soul. I was honoured to share a few hours with a great artist and explore and appreciate new ideas, values and customs.  Another time to say: Mi  sa le (I'll return).  The flights to HongKong and Amsterdam were good but tiring.  I loved the golden spider webs of townships on the ground as we approached the Netherlands in the dark early morning night sky.  The old antique ones with story figures in them were easily distinguishable from the modern ones with square, straight and round lines.  Now I’m basking in the welcome of my in-laws.  Eelco has off loaded their load of steal rolls in Turkey and are loading at the moment a shipment of soda to be delivered in Spain.