It is morning and I am yawning… I’m convinced the teen is planning to spend the trip catching up on a lifetime of sleep…   

 No need to rush today though – we’re here for two nights… It’s already starting to feel like home 😉

Yesterday was driving… driving… driving… to Queenstown…. No one to take the happy snaps, as she slept…   

   
The one lane bridges throughout NZ still mess with my head… Forever stopping… Forever forgetting to stop!   

I’m loving the NZ safety radio messages (but not the intermittent radio service!!)… Drive safely, don’t ruin someone else’s life… I know you want to keep your baby close, but keep them in the back seat… 

Lake Hawea – there is no gentle flowing water in NZ! Or if there is, we’re yet to find it… Everything is tumultuous, discontented…  

What’s with the bonfires on every beach? NewYear?   

Then up through the amazing Crown range 🙂   

   
And finally…. Having driven past too many places at which we should have stopped… Queenstown 🙂  

I feel like we’re moving too fast… I want to go back and undo the organisation. I almost didn’t book accommodation until we arrived… But given the time of year… Glad I did! Twice so far they’ve double booked us and had to do some crazy scrambling to find us other accommodation. NZ is decidedly booked out at this time of year! But we are skimming… I want to stop and see and experience. I want to hike. I want to climb. I want to take the road less travelled. 

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Dreaming and driving…

I drove over Gulliver last night… A giant leg in the centre of my lane. Luckily, I manoeuvred the car so the leg went between my tires….

Dreams. I’ve had so many of late. Every night I wake, my heart racing, my pillow wet with tears.

Last night, my dreams came earlier than planned. A variety of snippets. Vaguely registering in my mind… the flash of a truck’s headlight gave me a moment’s pause….

But it’s the cold light of morning that registers finally… I hadn’t realised I was so tired. I hadn’t realised my brain would not register, even with all the clues, that I needed to stop. Fatigue is subversive. Sneaking up on you… My brain was dreaming. My brain knew it was dreaming. But still… It didn’t actually register to stop….

Red lights and other mishaps

I ran a red light this morning. Completely unintentional. I’m not really a rebel… Or an idiot. A busy intersection. Peak hour. Straight through. On a positive note, my brakes work.

My morning began with my 8 year old tapping me on the forehead, laughing, then skipping away singing – you’re going to die today.

So perhaps that was an omen? Did I cheat death then? There’s still half a day to go…

Or perhaps she was simply playing a game. Running the light could be simply a sign of my mental frame this morning. Tired, stressed, upset. An hour later, I was laughing… One of those silly things where the situation isn’t that funny, but once you start… And before you know it, the tears fall…

So if I don’t die today. If my child does not have the Sight. Then I have only one more day til holidays, and hopefully a cessation of running red lights and similar foibles.