Three weeks of complete silence are a long time for a blogaholic. That is why I'm gonna make up for it during the next days. Most of the people have left the house now, and seeing all the toothbrushes disappear from the bathroom injects mixed feelings onto my brain. There's a bit of sadness, a bit of a big smile for everything that has been. Hansi left for Australia yesterday, Jesper and Rudi started their travelling around the North Island today. As for Bendik and me, the ones sitting here now, we'll be gone by Sunday evening. We'll travel back and forth in time, and eventually get home at some point.
This journey has been strange. Mostly because it hasn't been one single journey at all. It has been a skyscraper of adventures, a bunch of journeys bound together and made road. Most journeys change you I guess, you change even when you just stand still. But these five months of going away, settling down, going around and finally going away from what was away before, have changed me in a way I never would have expected. Not meaning I'm not me anymore, that would just be silly. Just meaning the big suitcase in my head weights more than before. In fact, I think it's become much heavier than the 17kgs pack I sent home via the New Zealand Post Service today.
(Bendik chillin' on the board)But enough chatting about things you can't touch, bite, breath in or rub. Last thing I posted was the final animation production. A few days after we were all sitting in front of our laptops looking like mad scientist (not laughing though), analizing what we had done (that is probably what being a student implies). This does not mean we didn't take a break now and than. After all, Raglan is one and a half hour away. And most of the time that place does look like I picture Heaven in my very own mind. Things you can see, altså.
(Jesper getting up)
We handed in our analysis and stuff as well, and suddenly we were done. Waikato University is not only a bunch of good memories though, it ...are. Things we've done, made, learned, shorts, good bas stuff, doesn't matter. One evening we were sitting at our table, having a sort of last "normal" dinner together(without knowing it), and suddenly our Hamiltonish background magically disappeared. In favor of...
...Pauanui. Before leaving for Aussie and not getting to see Steve for a long time, this was the perfect way to say "see you almost-soon". Mr. Kane showed us hot water beaches, gold mines, caves and hidden beaches, and the time just slipped under our soles and dragged us to an end that looked quite similar to the beginning. A bunch of friends enjoying what life offers of good food, drinks, and most of all one of New Zealand's most beautiful landscapes.
Walking, driving, surfing, partying. This sounds nothing like the stress we had at uni right before. Now that some weeks have passed, nothing seems to have been a stress at all actually, everything melts down to one piece. All the times, all that we've seen and said, all that we've laughed about. And gin/Skin-dipping seems to have become a Pauanui tradition... Yeah.
It's friday afternoon. We spent the morning lighting our way through old gold mines with Kane's home made torches, and that was a capital t - bit of a trip. Now, we're all sitting in Steve's car. The lanscapes fly by, and I have the bittersweet taste of something ending between my teeth. It's as bad as it's good, the end comes with a beginning (cliché), and the beginning is called Naked Bus, departing Hamilton 13.something to reach Auckland... Err, sometimes in the afernoon. There are two good friends playing there on the 13th, in a place called Vector Arena. And than there is a flight to a quite big island west for New Zealand, but that's another story. Or just another chapter. If you're up for coming back for more.
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