Write hard and clear about what hurts

Hello!

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This week, I have ‘celebrated’ (more like pretended December 12th was just like any other day) the first anniversary of my departure from NZ. Seems unreal that this lifetime dream, that we spent years first talking about it in a distant future, then months on, getting ready for the big journey, my gap year that turned into a year and a half trip, is not only over, but far gone, part of this past that can no longer be. I spent months pretending I would go back, that I was still a backpacker wandering the planet, living the life I had chosen, but it was just a lie I kept telling myself to make me feel better. Comes a point you have to face it, when the longing and craving becomes an obstacle and no longer a force that drives you.

I can tell now that I am able to look forward and not back anymore, even though most times the looking forward is forced because the looking back is not bearable, but still. I am happy that I finally reached that point of ‘peace’ of heart. I can recall the memories, without crying or wanting to punch someone. And maybe, it is time to start planning something new, a new trip, a new dream, who knows what lies ahead anyway?

But there are still a few places I want to show you. The show must go on damned! Anyway, I will continue on Queentsown, and more precisely a day out that we did with my Mother, to Walter Peak farm. We did not care much for the farm to be fair, we just wanted to have a trip on the old steam boat. Turned out, the whole day was brilliant. The sailing in the bay of Queenstown was just unbelievable. The view, my god the view! With all the things and time I’ve spent down there, it always comes down to that, Queenstown and lake Wakatipu. Sailing on that boat with that perfect weather, I wished I could have my whole life there, in that little town so far from the whole world, just me and the lake. We eventually landed in the sheep farm, where we had a demonstration of dogs and sheep shearing. Then a huge barbecue of sheep meat, potatoes, veggies, etc. Best meat ever! I remember the rose garden, the lonely black sheep, the still lake and the little boy, with his blue rain jacket, all alone facing the lake, just his blue jacket and the grey still lake.

The sailing back was under the fog, don’t matter, NZ sky always has so much to offer!

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A life well lived is the most exquisite work of art

Hello!

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God it’s cold! Cold and wet. The worst! Today, we are leaving the Westlands to get to the Fjordlands… I was going to talk to you about Queenstown, as it is in the chronology of the trip, but I can’t get to it yet. I think it deserves a couple of posts for being such an amazing little city! We’ll see about that later.

One of the things we really wanted to do while in Queenstown was to see the Milford sounds, more commonly called THE Milford. We were so lucky the first time, the day we picked was a wonderful sunny winter day, with the first snow in the mountains. When I took my mom, we weren’t that lucky… The road was cut by some kinda storm, the Milford was therefore out of reach.

We had booked a Jucy day trip, they came to pick us up at 7:30 AM. All bundled up with as many layers of clothes as possible we bravely made it out in the cold so early! The bus stopped a few times so we could take some photos and have fun with the snow. It is a far drive for just one day but what a sight! Breathtaking really! I remember at some point we went under a tunnel, and I thought ‘ this is the shittiest tunnel in the history of tunnels’. It was like they had dug a tunnel into a mountain and left it at that. No concrete on the walls, and just a few dim lights. Weird!! The road became so narrow and winding after we had passed Te Anau I don’t know how the bus drivers did it!

We also had a stop at Mirror Lake, all Lonely Planet users will remember it as being the front page of the book! As for the Milford, I could only describe it as coming straight from Avatar! Remember that scene where they are flying the weird beasts with the rocks flying in the sky? Well somehow that’s what the Milford seemed to me. We took a cruise, and raced with the dolphins, had a tiny crush for an english cute guy that surely was a rugby player, we froze our ass outside but did not mind for a second. I am happy I’ve seen the Milford, to me, it is one of the things to see before you die!

I also appreciated that the captain of the boat took us as close as possible to the waterfalls. So close you’re drenched and fieel the vibrations of the water falling coming all the way from your feet to your heart.

I hope you enjoy the photos!

Cheers!

M.

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