we left omaka river lodge in whanganui with such heavy hearts today. i am definitely going back, and when i do, it will be with you and you and you. we will spend a few days there. we will canoe along the whanganui river, chase the sheep, take walks in the hills, visit the flower garden and the old church in Jerusalem (that’s what the place is called), play a different record every morning while enjoying our breakfast outside on the patio to soak up the sun, and at night, we will heat up the outside bath and watch the sky powdered with stars and feel our hearts skip a beat with every shooting star we see.
so this morning, the 7 of us decided to go for a walk along the “red track”, which as the farmer’s wife informed us, was supposed to take about an hour. it took longer that that for us I think. because we were so busy making such fools of ourselves. evidence as follows.
(bavani jilted by eugene for dias. i sincerely hope all your other halves never set their eyes on my blog for your sakes!)
it was a really nice walk though. walking along those hills in the morning just made me feel like I was supposed to be where I was meant to be and like everything was in its place. maybe it was the gentle spray of rain on my face or the rejuvenating green all around or just being one with the lambs on those hills, with no purpose other than to feast on nature’s beauty and abundance freely and undisturbed.
the farmer and his wife were really a warm couple. they showed us around their farm and let us carry a little lamb (we passed it around like a parcel) and taught us how to shear sheep. refer to day 1's photos and take note of those new kids on the block. it's a wonder the whole contraption did not collapse! haha.
after fetching glen from whaganui city centre, we headed off on a long and winding journey to taupo, where i type this from now. dinner was yummy and it was followed by FONDUE which we made ourselves. we crowded round it, staining our teeth and our lips, and for some of us, our chin and cheeks, with chocolate and laughed till our sides hurt so badly recounting bavani stories and just talking nonsense. I proposed to shanny that we should have a column in our blog dedicated to the “bavani moment of the day”. you guys should really meet bavani.
(mmmm, fondue. photos taken from shanny's blog.)
so tomorrow morning, ok we’ll leave tomorrow morning’s story for tomorrow. you’ll see why. i’m beat. driving at night being assaulted by headlights of oncoming cars just wears your eyes out. later!
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