Thursday 25 March 2021

The wisdom of youth.



I spent much of my 20’s of no fixed abode – tour guiding was my gig and wherever I lay my head, that was my home. Hmmmm, sounds like a line from a song. I looked at (judged) others who needed home comforts and security as lacking adventure (being weak) and are missing out on so much (have no life).  
And now here I sit, surrounded by home comforts and the securities of life, and cannot imagine being without them.  Should I go back to my younger self and let him know no to be such a judgmental ass? Should I accept this development as a natural part of life, the accumulation of assets, knowledge? Of ageing? Or should I just be really thankful Ive had the opportunities to be adventurous at a time in life when it suited me, and now be thankful I have the opportunities of security, at a new time in my life where it suits me?  
No real answer to that question but I do have to go now, I can see a 20-something year old out of the corner of my eye, and he is looking at me with a judgmental frown.  I need to let him in on a secret. 

Thursday 25 June 2020

I need to write.

Somehow, I missed the fact that there have been over 23000 visits to this blog since it started back in 2008.  That’s despite not having written for 6 of those years!  I know some people would only have stumbled upon it after googling New Zealand or something similar, and left after a few seconds of realising it wasn’t what they were after, but still, 23000 visits!  I'm not doing this for the fame or glory though, there certainly isn't any of thatWhen I am feeling philosophical and reflective, I need to write and then let the words speak back to me. Things become so much clearer and more comfortable. Problems seem to diminish, angers seem to subside and contentedness becomes heightened. That is why I am here and that is why I am doing this. For me and my sanity. 

Wednesday 24 June 2020

They need us.

Something which has come to light during the national recovery of the post Covid-19 era, is domestic tourism needs help.  New Zealand's biggest earner is tourism, international visitors arriving in their millions to our island nation.  As a result, tourist activities and accommodation have now priced domestic travelers out of the market.  Recent studies have shown the unsustainable reliance we have placed on international visitors splurging with the euphoria of travel.  They are willing to spend big on accommodation, extra on tours, seek out more experiences with the attitude that after all, we are on holiday so let’s live a little.  Now, we need domestic tourism to kick in to stave off tourism business failures, but their are few of us that can afford the same prices demanded by tourism providers.  You can't have it both ways.  Make is affordable for the domestic market, or stop complaining you don't have the support of domestic customers. Simple.

Tuesday 23 June 2020

Looking back.

I used to think that going back to somewhere special was a senseless risk not worth taking.   Whether it be a special location, a rewarding workplace or extraordinary experience, these things are always preserved at a point of high regard.  I have many of these accumulating in my life so going back to any could alter whatever it was that made the place or memory so special - it could be crushed.  However, not too long ago it was with some trepidation but a little excitement that I ventured back to one such place.  For many years it had survived on as the epitome of my formative experiences, from which everything I am today was based upon and to where all my achievements can be credited.  But I felt I was ready to return, and indeed needed to.  Something about it felt unfinished.  Maybe a return would complete some sort of unseen cycle that I started all those years ago.  And it did.  Going back did complete the cycle.  I left with a lighter sense of being than what I had going in, still without any real clarity of what that was, but it felt like that chapter finally closed.   I can see now though that this place had lived on unchanged in my mind for years, and because of that, I sensed I was missing out on great things as I was no longer there.  But going back made me see everything was different.  I was different. My memories had hybridised and taken on lives of their own, never to match the reality that time had changed the place, the people and the protagonist – me.  So as that chapter is now closed, I still have the memories, but time to start a new one.  And I no longer think going back to somewhere special is a risk – it’s a gift. 

Monday 22 June 2020

Travel made easy.

I take it as given that serious travel experiences must involve long distances, expensive flights or months of planning - preferably all three.  The thought is we cannot possibly have worthwhile experiences or once in a lifetime opportunities without the effort and expense equaling reward.  I also recall an old saying about fences and the grass been greener, or something along those lines. So here I sit, having just traversed some of the most stunning countryside in all my travels, all within a few hours' drive of my home.  Yet I still can't shake that thought as I plan my next trip - it's got to involve a long distance, it will cost a fortune so I had better start planning it now.  That grass is always going appear greener. 

Mt Karioi

Mt Karioi