The God of Slackness

I can see from the date of my previous message that the last time I wrote anything for this here blog of mine was the 24th of March, two short days before stepping aboard a train pointed out of Britain, passport crisis narrowly averted, mind filled with wonder at the adventures that lay before me. So full my head was of good intentions, good intentions of keeping this blog constantly updated with every trial and tribulation I was to run up against, every exciting person I was to meet. Britain to New Zealand the long way, I had planned to wow readers on a weekly basis letting them see what I saw, experience what I experienced. However, as the man says, the road to hell is paved with good intentions, and these plans of mine were dashed against the rocks of complacency, smothered by the God of Slackness.

A quick sideways glance at the Kylie calander on the wall tells me that the 24th of March was nearly six and a half months ago! We are now well into October and Christmas is once again rearing its reddened cheeks and topping up the liquor cabinet. Six and a half months! As would be expected much has taken place in the times passed, far far too much for me to relate it all here. Some good, some bad. You'll be happy to know, however, that after months of travelling by train, bus and boat (and a plane right at the end), I arrived at my destination at the end of July, and have since been eking out a life for myself at the furthest corner of Earth, way down in New Zealand. After two months in Auckland I have secured a house with three nice housemates, a car that is pretty much dead after I took it out on a road trip last week, a job that I really need to start in order to earn money, and most importantly, a nice comfy bed that is all my own and I can sleep in every night.

However, settled my life may be at the minute, I still need to empty out all these memories locked up in my brain, lest they be forgotten and all I recall is that I took a really long train journey once.... so over the next while, as long as the God of Slackness doesn't come back, I hope to be jotting a few of them down. the ones I can remember anyway.......