Greetings from Kiwiland

I am now in Kiwiland, on the first day of the second week of my travels in New Zealand. Sitting in a wireless café in Queenstown at present, spectacular mountain views just outside. I love it here, me and C have seen so much since arriving. We managed to spot the rare yellow-eyed penguins at Nugget Point in the Catlins in the south, saw small blue penguins up close as they were waddling across the road in Oamaru and fur seals (also at Nugget Point). We visited Milford Sound yesterday, and it RAINED and RAINED and RAINED. We got soaked despite rain poncho and my newly purchased trekking shoes. At least the waterfalls down the rocky mountains were spectacular.

After these two remaining weeks we go back to Tasmania for a week and then it´s back to Sydney again, and then to Thailand before it´s time to head home. It feels a bit sad, I´ve been through so much (fights with E, fights with C, two breakdowns on the 1-day roadtrip from Cairns to Sydney, living in a tent for two months in Melbourne, goon hangover, Aussie barbecue) so feels a bit strange to head on home to work or go to school or pursue dreams.
We´ve been eating well at least, seeing as all we have is an eskie and a gas cooker. I admit I have introduced C to baked beans which we eat with bread and butter, but the day before yesterday we had an awesome pasta dish with zuchini, salmon, capsicum and sour cream. We´ve also made mashed potatoes and pancakes. For lunch we have avocado sandwiches often, and we´ve both invested in chocolate drinks we like (C has a weakness for Milo; I prefer Cadburys chocolate drink).

Now in the remaining time I will write some postcards.

When I wonder if I am?

I remember what it felt like
I miss the story I told myself.

I miss you, but I don't want to say it.
I want to make us a warm place
And not something I want to run away from;

Why are you so difficult to figure out.
Why am I so angry.

I'll fix my telephone today, I can't recieve calls.

How can I fix this?
"Some things are easier to mend than others"

I want to come closer
I wish you'd let me in.
Am I going about it the wrong way?

I'd rather see your sunrise

There's a war inside me.

Months of not writing

There's not really much you can say when you haven't written in your blog for a few months. I can't really recount everything that's happened. Maybe that's not the point.
Maybe the point of a blog is some insightful comments about life and a few photographs of deserted train tracks in a good layout.
But what can I write without sacrificing my integrity?

No time to write more, gotta catch the bus.
Saved by the bell.