Every now and then, I find it healthy to succumb to urgent spontaneity…
All points have converged on a small town in New Zealand, where two of my best friends BOTH happen to have ended up with their significant others, totally by chance…I’ve been telling Katie (my fondest female surf buddy) that I’d be arriving there with Swell any season now for the last 4 years! Seeing as circumstances have not yet provided, I’ll get to check out the place she now calls home. On top of that, Seth (one of my oldest surf buds) will be celebrating his marriage to the wonderful, Helen, amongst a reunion of friends that goes way back to my days at 24th St, Del Mar. All this fun within a few square miles…or kilometers, I guess…From every way I see it, my presence is simply required! I just bought a plane ticket!
It wouldn’t have been possible to make it time with Swell, without installing some rocket boosters, so at least the automatic bilge pump is working while she awaits me…So with a pack on my back and a board underarm, a divergent adventure begins! I’m hopping a boat to the main island to catch a ride to the airport…
…Maybe seeing N.Z. will give me the motivation I need to depart my now beloved French Polynesian waters?
Ok, I’m off!…I leave you with this fitting morsel of Whitman:
Song of the Open Road –Walt Whitman
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.