Monday, April 30, 2012

010512 BLOK

The old poet's question:

"What rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?"

We 'no.'

Saturday, April 28, 2012

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Our existence, this Dual (Yin-female and Yang-male) existence, is nothing more than 'mental masturbation!'  We are figments of our own imaginations!

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A Universe From Nothing (by Lawrence M. Krauss)

There is 'something,' rather than 'nothing,' because we live in a Dual existence!  You can't have one without the other:  No 'nothing,' no 'something' and vice versa!  Additionally, one seeks the other in the cosmic 'dance,' creating the 'vibration everything' is, in some 'form.'  Thus, the 'formless' creates 'form,' the 'something!'
But, the 'something you think is something is 'knot something!'
Ah, the rub!

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People believe 'science' will save us from ourselves.  But, we created 'science,' not vice versa!
'God' (or 'dog' spelled backwards) is just our collective consciousness.  Nothing 'outside' of ourselves!

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Taoism via Tantricism is simply a sexual 'metawhor' for spiritual union!
It is the union of compassion and wisdom begetting unconditional love!



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Friday, April 27, 2012

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Take the wisdom in a book entitled, 'Wisdom,' by Andrew Zuckerman, combine the compassion of the Hindi-Buddhists, and you will have conceived unconditional love:  sharing, caring, and giving without expectation!

This is Tantric Taoism!

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TAKE A NEGATIVE THOUGHT AND TURN IT INTO A POSITIVE 'WON!'

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IT FEELS BEYOND FEELING, THE 'KNOW' FEELING!
REUNNO!

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Don't tell the 'truth,' and they're won't be any 'lying!'

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HERE'S THE CHANT:

WE'RE COMING TOGETHER!
WE'RE COMING TOGETHER!
EVERYTHING, AND EVERYBODY,
EVERYWHERE!
WE'RE COMING TOGETHER!

REUNNO!

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The Lesson!

To do nothing,
Nothing to do,
The rub,
Which way to scrub?
Hey, say, and ney, 
Or, yes,
The mess
Going,
Stopping,
Dropping the task,
Being patient,
The lesson!

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MOST IMPORTANT CHALLENGE:  
To divorce the $ element from every decision we make!
To stop worshipping money as if it were God!  Yes, it's O.K. as a 'servant,' but money makes a poor 'master!'   When we make it our Master, we become enslaved!

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Thursday, April 26, 2012

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'Oh what a beautiful morning,
Oh what a beautiful day!
I've got a beautiful feeling,
Everything's going our way!'

(R-H, 'Oklahoma')

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N.Z.
Water Dragon
Wet
Attracting
Dry, and 
Why
We're going to 
'Chilly!' 

Really!

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Sleep seeks awake!
Now,
Sleeping seeking awakening!
We are awakening to a new day,
New
Way!
Positive,
Beneficial,
Happy thoughts 
Only!
Only!
Only!

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LET US IMAGINE A BETTER WORLD!

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Wednesday, April 25, 2012

26 April 2012 THANKS TO N.Z. FRIENDS!


26 April 2012 BLOK;  THANKS TO N.Z. FRIENDS!

I want to thank all my New Zealand friends, old and new, near and far for all the kindnesses showed me while cycling all over New Zealand.  You are a good group!  There's a great saying/quote, by someone I forget (forgive author) that goes something like, 'I get through life with the help of strangers!'   So true of my wandering..
But, aren't we all, near and far, old and new, 'paheka' and 'Moari,' of the same family?
N.Z. is living in semi-peacefulness, in a world gone mad!  You''re fortunate.  Yet, we are so interconnected, not even Mars is untouched!
Yet, I wish I could steer the people I meet/met to use motor vehicles less, and push bicycles more.  Not only do you help the 'nest you live in,' but yourself!  There was never a better deal, and
quoting H.G. Wells via Australian friend, Mike Norman, 'I never despair about the world, when I see an older person riding a bicycle!'
It is simply, in my opinion, the best invention of the Second Millennium. save for a the Prophets:"  'You go from here to there, not only making your body stronger/healthier, but helping the environment (by not polluting the air or ear), and with less violence!'  My Australian friend, Paul Cullen gave me a sticker that reads,  BURN FAT, NOT OIL!
N.Z., like the rest of the world, has been 'sped up,' without you even being aware! I observed the commuters, one morning in the Wellington RR/train station, all with dour faces, walking fast, some even running, controlled by 'the man!'  'C'mon, let's go to the videotape!'  Slow down!
Some people, and I agree, say riding a push-bicycle on the public streets in N.Z. is dangerous. Why?
I think sometimes motorists are jealous of us, 'out there,' freer, living a more real existence.  I call motor vehicles, 'bad-environment boxes on wheels!' 
Driving a motor vehicle gives one the illusion of power and freedom, when in fact, it enslaves!  The price of petrol is what is causing the high cost of living (everywhere), again making 'the man' rich!  
However, riding a bicycle, living on a bicycle (as I do), is a life-style choice.  And I agree, it's not for everyone!  Just drive less, being less distracted while behind a wheel, and ride more!  The life you save may be your own!
Good on all of you -  you made it possible!
Hutch
the old guy cycling the world for peace, trying to demonstrate that there are some people born in the U.S., that are not all warmongers, and carry guns!
for alla 
the stuff go to:
www.cyclingpeace.org (pictures and our ramblings about many things…)
P.S.  Soon from South America

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Quests are tests!  
Don't you want to 'climb higher on the ladder?'

But...

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The 'Neo Garden of Eden!'

A great idea from the Christian Bible (many actually):  "Judge not; that ye be judged!'
In fact, this is Taoism:  Stay in the middle; half judging, half 'knot' judging!
'Their' is no objective world, 'butt'' we 'cum' together in 'dick-shu-hairies!'
'Free' becomes 'expensive,' and vice versa!
This is Taoism!
But…
This is Simultaneity!
But…
Aren't we starting to understand?
Nothing is everything
In the 
Middle!
But…
Getting 'their' is in the 'knot' getting 'there!'
But…
Trying is in the 'knot' trying!
''Butt'
Dying (shedding the body) 'cums' in stages.  So, don't wait until the very last stage (losing the ego 'I' - Duality) to participate in the greatest event in your lives!  So many miss it!
It's called consciousness!
But…
We're 'cuming' together!
We're 'coming' together!
Everything and everybody,
Everywhere!
We're coming together!
But…

Ning ming bai ma-ski?

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Thursday, April 19, 2012

Yea, Papa!


Yea, Papa!
N.Z.
Wet,
Green
Mussels,
About the Maori 'see,'
Rugby,
Motorcycles,
Overcast skies,
The long gray cloud!
l'm getting a tatto too remember!
The people wonderful!
My kind of food, outta here
Or, getting fat!
Thanks for the memories!
The old man on a bcicyle!

At Least the Blood Vas 'Reel!'

At Least the Blood Vas 'Reel!'

I love sensible shoes,
Short hair on older women,
All prim-properly
English!
Some dare,
Orange hair,
The young,
Defying convention
As they are 'knot,'
Tied up in it!
What is it to be human
in 2012;
Same for 1012?
Today, antiseptic,
'Arithmik lipstik,'
Admonished,
To 'knot' spread germs
While telling lies!
Give me 1012 any day!
At least the blood vas 'reel!'

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200412 BLOK / T.T.

Take what you perceive as your worst qualities, whether they be avarice, sloth, etc., and go in the opposite direction!  In this example, generosity and diligence.
Balance out what you perceive as your 'good' and 'bad' characteristics.
And, the most important! task:  Subduing the Ego (I)!
Let us perfect ourselves first!

Tantric Taoism

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Wednesday, April 18, 2012

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In a way of explaining Tantric Taoism, from:
'Foundations of Tibetan Mysticism,' by Lama Anaraika Govinda
"In other words, instead of seeking union with the opposite sex we must seek the desire for union (wholeness) within ourselves by the bringing together of our male (animus) and female (anima) natures."
" In this context, from Novalis,'The active use of orgasms is nothing but magic, miracle-working thought, but thought not in the ordinary sense.  The thinking meant here is synonymous with creative thinking (nee activity).  Thinking is making!  This the fundamental principle of all magic, especially of all Tantric science.  By the rhythmic repetition of a creative thought, idea, concept, perception, or image, its effect is augmented and fixed until it seizes upon all orgasmic activity and becomes a mental and material reality!"

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'Wellywood' is cool,
Too wet for me,
22X
Where you can 'by'
A 'Macbook Hair!'
'Tis the Portland, Oregano, of N.Z.
Yet, the most dangerous of cities to
PUSH A BIKE AROUND!
It's the wind!
It's motor mentality (we gotta make noise and go fast!)!
But it won't last!
I think going slower, better!

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Read this description of Sauvignon Blanc wine, from Stoneleigh (a brand/vineyard in the Marborough area of So.Is., N.Z.).  I can tell you N.Z. is producing some very good wine!
"Citrus, pineapple and Kiwi fruit tones are paired with intensely green aromatics that recall gooseberries, freshly cut grass and jalapenos, delicious and crisp like good Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc should be!"
Wow!  Who wrote this?
Gooseberry' is the original name of the Chinese fruit nee Kiwi.  So, this somewhat redundant.  But, it does make one want to taste it... 'Jalapenos?'

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No, I don't want a Rolex watch,
A larger penis,
Botox,
Or, to play for the Sox!
I want only to ride Mr. Fetes,
On many seats,
Until we get 'their!'

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My 'better half,' never two more descriptive 'wor(l)ds' for describing my German Partner, Rotraut Boyens!  An angel, looking like a 73-year old German woman, born on an island in the North Sea.
Talk about 'strong,' she's it, having survived WWII as a child in Germany, a widower and mother of one of her own (Isgard), but hundreds of other 'children' from Germany to China!
If I happen to out live her, I shall erect a monument to her kindnesses, her generosity, her unconditional loving!
If I could 'clone her' I could conquer the known world!

F.A. Hutchison
cycling the world...

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I/we were on our 'Honeymoon' in N.Z.  We told no one as it continues…

'Bee' on a 'Honeymoon,' 24/7.

This is

Tantric Taoism!

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Everything first and then Nothing!
Everything vibrating all at once, simultaneity,
Oneness,
Wholeness,
Union,
Singularity,
Sing. Sing. Sing.
Sing. Sing. Sing.
Sing. Sing. Sing.
Renoyin!
Reuno!

Tantric Taoism

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Tuesday, April 17, 2012

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Wisdom - Compassion,
Compassion - Wisdom,
Going
Back and froth,
Until we are lost in
Each other,
'Knot noting' 
Which is witch,
'Butt knot' really caring!

Tantric Taoism

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Enantiodromia:

Lust,
Romantic love,
Mother's love,
Unconditional love,
Going back and forth,
Until we are lost 
In each other,
'Knot noing' 
Which is which,
'Butt knot' really caring,
F_____ out of your mind,
Tis,
Supreme bliss!
Union,
Oneness,
Wholeness,
Singularity,
Sing. sing. sing.,
Sing. sing. sing.
Sing, sing. sing.
Renoyin!
Reunno!

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It takes two to Tango, but only one to dance, this 'dance!'
Have an 'out-of-mind' experience,
Simultaneity,
The Vibration,
Renoyin!
Reunno!

Tantric Taoism

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Saturday, April 14, 2012

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The 'theme' of the current zeitgeist (in the world) is evil (unconsciousness), versus good (consciousness), with evil 'winning.'  However, the 'conflict' is evolving from darkness to light!  This is a change, a move toward more consciousness beginning,
12.12-21.12!
Join us at or near Machu Picchu to share.
Imagine people smiling, laughing, being fed, the children being comforted, people freer from oppression, fear, enough to eat, shelter, sharing whatever they have.  Imagine billionaires donating most of their $ wealth to gain real wealth!  Imagine politicians committing Hari Kari if/when corrupt!  Imagine money a tool, not God, integrity and taking responsibility high on everyone's list!
If this sounds like Heaven and/or Nirvana, use whatever word suffices.
Caring, loving, more peace than war, more good than bad!
Why not?
What if people started to think this way...

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Tantric Taoism is a sexual metaphor for a spiritual task:  Union with the Divine.
You get f_____ out of your mind!
The Dance of Shiva.

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A 4.6 earthquake yesterday, and a dog that won't shit at home… Ah, life too interesting.
Yesterday, I was sitting right here, doing the same thing (online) at 1201P., when the little cottage I'm in began a rocking motion back and forth!  It didn't last long maybe 20 seconds, but obviously an earthquake (in Christchurch).  No wonder to populace on edge.  There's been 9,000+ aftershocks in the last 18 months (in the CHch area).
And poor, Kaon, John's dog, in the morning he moaned and groaned for which I couldn't understand.  Maybe he knew about the coming earthquake, but then later John explained the dog won't shit at home, and waits for John to take him for a walk.  But, John hadn't had time recently, so the dog suffered, finally sleeping in the afternoon.  Can you imagine…?  I wonder if this is a common characteristic with Dobberman Pinchers?  This one, big, strong with a loud bark, but basically a non-aggressive smiler.  He smiles to greet you.  King Koan!
Yesterday, I fell twice trying to get 'the hang' of these new (for me) 'clipless' pedals.  John had installed 'cleeks' on my cycling shoes before I knew it, and changed the pedals as well.  This 'just happened.'  So, what could I do but try… The only thing amiss about the whole deal was the timing.  The next day, the day of the cycling gathering, I had to get out and accomplish some tasks for such.  And really no time to practice, as John has suggested, holding on to something, sitting in the saddle, and practicing getting in and out of the pedals.
I practiced for five minutes, unsuccessfully, so I just took off.  The big difference, after a life time using flat pedals, you have to anticipate stopping, and make sure your out of them as to get your feet on the ground in time.
All went O.K, until arriving at Map World, suddenly at the front door, my feet still locked in the pedals.  I fell over to the left, and landed hard, my ankle bone taking the brunt.  I didn't get up immediately, luckily no one saw, and i was able to get up and park without help.  But, oh the pain…
After purchasing a map of China, I went immediately 'home' (back to John's).  At 'home' I applied some Trameil, a homeopathic cream for injury.  
By the time we were depart for dinner (at Hell's Pizza) and Karey's I was feeling better.  But, then at Karey's driveway it happened again, same thing, I fell to the left on my same ankle.  John helped me up, and I limped/pushed, and somehow made to the front door. 
John and Nigel came through and everyone (nine including me), seemed to feel the evening was worthwhile.  Karey had WIFI, and with another computer and video projector everything worked.  I was amazed.  In fact, I'm always amazed when the A/V works on short notice.
I managed to follow John home, and went immediately to bed!!  I was happy to have survived the day!
Pain is a great teacher.  The next day I laid low, and unable to contact Niget (we had planned to meet for lunch), I was a 'no show.'  The problem, no telephone and no Internet connection (until too late).  It was an overcast day thus the napping delicious!  Even Koan whining couldn't disturb me.
When John returned he asked if I'd felt 'it?'  Of course, and we discussed more about earthquakes, and CHch's earthquakes specifically.
John also explained about Koan, and how he won't poop at home.  He confessed he hadn't taken Koan out enough recently, therefore Koan was 'full of it!'   They ran off to alleviate, and Koan returned a much happier dog.
My everyday filled with an amazing variety of experiences!
Hutch
spanning the globe to bring you the constant variety...

Thursday, April 12, 2012

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Taoism:

We live in a Dual Universe,1s and 0s, yin and yang, etc.
Dualtiiy is created by a 'vibration,' the attraction of opposites (enantiodromia),
Human beings 'vibrate' at a very high frequency,
Going back and forth
Until we are…
In and out, and
Back and forth
Until we…
Until…
m,
sm,
ism,
oism,
aoism,
Taoisim.

But, the Taoism you think is Taoism, is not Taoism!


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Back to 'the Garden!'
The Neo-Garden!
Talk to the animals.
Talk to the birds.
Talk to the trees.
Talk to the rocks,
Take off your socks!
Get yourselves freer,
Everyone agreer! 

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Rationalist -- irrationalist  
We create our wor(l)ds by our thoughts, nee concepts, nee English wor(l)ds!
The Chinese 'sea' the wor(l)d differently.
We come together in dictionaries!  But, haven't you noticed, when you look up a word, it has multiple meanings?
Who is 'write?'
What is being a rationalist?
What is 'rational' to 'won,' is irrational to another.
You can't have 'won' without the other (in this Dual wor(l)d)!
So, no irrationalism, no rationalism (and vice versa).

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Out of Hnduism,
Many Gods, came
No Gods, Buddhism!
This is Taoism!
Add the Trantra,
You get
Tantric Taoism.

Redesigning our world!

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Monday, April 09, 2012

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Africa,
Where man began
To begin to sink,
The ice melting in the rink.
The oldest, the boldest cleansing itself.

Do the animals?
Do the Lakes?
Do the Mountains?
Do the Rivers?
Do the plants?
Need us?

We can make a better history
By understanding ourselves!
We need inner space exploration, not
Outer space exploration!
Herein lies the riches!

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Saturday, April 07, 2012

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The task, in life, is to overcome the Ego 'I.'

Tantric Taoism 'won' way to accomplish!

Reunno!

Simultaneity!

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070412 BLOK, Saturday, Christchurch...

The wind blew like Zeus today, and glad I'm ensconced at John's.   It would have been challenging' to crank against (and right into as I'd been coming up from the south).  And the wind, cold too off the Pacific Ocean.  This must be Autumn signaling Winter, 'you better harvest!'
I'm feeling relaxed at last, and that means not wanting to get out of a chair, or out of the sun.  But, I did manage to walk to the local supermarket and buy some things we needed, like wine.  It was open, and somewhat confusing because this Easter 4-day 'holiday,' slightly flummoxed as only Good Friday and the day after Easter 'official' holidays.  Saturday and Sunday, the stores open.  The supermarkets are closed on Friday and Monday, but open on Saturday and Sunday.  A bit English-Kiwi 'crazy,' but I'm sure it makes pure sense to them.
For me, it's time to think about summarizing my cycling around New Zealand (for seven months), from top to bottom -- but, not everywhere.  To go everywhere would require years, and N.Z. too wet a climate for me to stay.  I long for the dryness of deserts and/or elevation.
I came from Australia to Auckland the beginning of October or Spring.  Now, I depart in May or Autumn, staying in N.Z. for some seven months.
The North Island, cold and rainy, then warmer to warm.  Then the South Island, cold and rainy then cool to colder.  
Had I to do it over, I'd start South and work North, but hindsight is brilliant always.
The ever-present wind capricious, almost beyond understanding except in macro terms.  It seems like it's been against me 80% of the time, with 20% of the time helping.  But, that might be my distorted perception.  There are 'Noreaster's' (cool and cold), and 'Norwesters,' warm and warmer).  But, I thought the cold came from the south (Antarctica) and warm came from the north -- so I'm hopelessly confused.
Certainly N.Z. is not ideal for what I do, travel on a bicycle.  It's more a mountain-biking, recreational cycling country.  I see bicycles riding around on automobiles all the time.  And at $11NZD per U.S. gallon, expensive transportation.  Of course, traveling on a bicycle seems all but impossible for most.  Part of my 'mission,' is to demonstrate it's not.  But, this is like swimming against the current.
I remember one guy in Inver., a professional 'killer' of animals, couldn't understand not taking a perfectly good automobile.  This is just lack of environmental consciousness!  Why ride a bicycle?  Gosh, that's hard work and you don't go very fast!
Some other things to consider tour-cycling in N.Z., should you decide to take on the challenge:
Steep hills, a kind of 'roller-coaster' kind of cycling:  slow up, fast down.  In fact, the claimed 'steepest' in the world, is supposed to be Baldwin St. in Dunedin, with a 26% grade.  I was there, cranked up to the steep part, and thought better of going higher.  I don't need to prove anything, but 'getting there!'
Narrow two-lane highways overcrowded with rushing drivers make it dangerous.  Worse, the narrow bridges!  Iif two large trucks on the bridge simultaneously, you've got a problem!
You need semi-slick (tread) touring tires in N.Z., whatever good brand.  My stupid choice of Schwalbe Marathon 'Extremes,' were a mistake (too aggressive tread), as what I thought might suffice.  My thinking not only N.Z., but for South America.  The bitumen highways in N.Z., however, 'ate them alive!'  Funny, I thought it was the tubes, as having too many 'flats,' some 5 in not very far.  But, it turned out to be the tires.  The highways made fast work of my 'Extremes.'   Oh well, marketing is everything!  'Extreme' off road, pussy-cats on bitumen!  Who knew?
It rained much the spring-summer-Fall Alvaro and I were there 2012.  I call this 'wet-tent camping' as in traveling by bicycle usually cycling, camping, moving on day after day a chore…  In N.Z. you have to hope for the sun to dry your tent, and this means departing later… Or, spending another day in the hope of…
I was basically 'sun starved' in N.Z., as I rarely saw that bright orb until the end of my stay(Autumn, South Island).  N.Z. has a wet, marine climate.  Certainly it is the 'Land of the Long Gray Cloud!'  
The people, however, as bright as and making up for the loss of… Generally speaking, and I speak from firsthand experience, the people of N.Z. are friendly, helpful, and generous.  I had some unusually-happy experiences, from being plucked from a problem to suddenly riding in luxury -- all in a short time too.
The same two almost identical experiences, one on the North Island, one on the South Island… Flat tires, pushing to the nearest, couples driving by seeing this, offering help, and loading into their empty trailer.  Once on the No. Island cranking back into Auckland, and saved, riding all the way into 'Distopea,'  and not having to deal with the madness (riding a bicycle).  Again, on the So. Island, almost the same thing, a different couple (the Cowies) and riding with them into Wanaka.
Don't tell me I'm not 'watched over' by guarding angels!  Because of what happened I got to ride over the highest highway pass (1076M / 3,500ft. ASL) in all of N.Z.:  the Crown Range Pass, but not marked on a map.  Why?
H.

Just Get Yourselves Freer!


Just Get Yourselves Freer!

Children,
Happy,
Running,
Carelessly
Playing,
Laughing,
Childhood.

Adults run around for different reasons,
Seasons,
'There' God money!
What happened to 'We?'
The Free, We and Ney game!  So,

Ungrow this 'Garden,'
Revert,
A road seldom travelled!
Be Murray, in 'A Thousand Clowns!'
Stop giving so much a whatever!

'Get out the  back, Jack!
Make a new plan, Stan!
Create a new toy, Joy,
Just get yourselves freer!'
(Paul Simon)

'Still crazy after all of these years!'

H.

Friday, April 06, 2012

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Tantric Taoism, is nothing more than a 'sexual metawhor,' for spiritual union!  The Union of Compassion and Wisdom, Unconditional Love.  The ecstasy of unity!

'Imagination is more important than knowledge!'  (Albert Einstein).

'Endless acts of compassion,' as per the Talmud.

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Oh, what a delightful Good Friday, continuing 'The Honeymoon,' in the Blue Gum Lodge, So. Templeton, So. Island, just short of Christchurch, N.Z.
Lovely last!
Lovely night!
Lovely morn,
As up at 0515.

By 0900, I'd called and talked to John.
Sometime during everything I hear an explosion, then the building shakes.  Later, I'm informed that it was an earthquake, with the epicenter next door (although 9KM below).  This, one of some 9,000 after shocks, from the big one, a year ago February.  Note, maybe you're not aware of what the City of Christchurch has endured for the last 18 months?
By 1000, behind schedule, the couple that run this place, so nice to me.  She said 'Don't worry, take your time out.'  I gave her a hug going,  with 'Happy Easter.'  But, who can afford, $95NZD per for a box, full of conveniences?
We've been seduced by material convenience!
This turned out to be a perfect cycling, and everything-else day, as the sunlight!  Nary a cloud on the horizon, maybe Autumn the best time in N.Z.?  Alvaro and me, we probably did it wrong (Spring to Fall), but such is the nature of experience, now we think we know better.
There was less traffic because of the Easter Holliday (four official days when most everything is closed).  
I think the more holidays, the more festivals (like in Mexico, Nepal, etc.) the better.  We can't work all the time!
In the States we're killing each other out of anger, frustration, stress, and general insanity!  Self-destructing actually and blaming it on everyone and everything else!  We still can't let go!  We still can't believe we're down and out, and need to have the courage to call it an Economic Depression (reality).  We're in denial.  We've got our heads stuck in the sand, and it's business as usual.
Well, good luck!  This moment, the 'season' of being forgiven (for being human), and living forever' is timely in this regard!  Maybe A Savior, will again 'die on the cross,' for our 'sin' of ego consciousness, and show us the Way to eternal life.
Maybe!
I think, however, that we're here being tested, and that's one test, maybe the last.  That we individually have to 'suffer on a cross,' (die of the body), but in the process be redeemed (to be born of the Spirit)!  It's a powerful metaphor, the story still functioning.
Getting to John's was relatively easy, and everything went OtP, but when I arrived early (1230P.M.) he wasn't there.
Hungry, even after eating a muffin, I head toward the Bike Shop, whose name, nor the name of the street it's on I can remember (in Christchurch).  I pass the pub restaurant, and pick Nando's, a Portuguese Restaurant with an Asian cook.  I order a 'Avocado Burger.'  I sit waiting in the sun in no hurry.  There's a foursome with three noisy infants.
The Avocado Burger is delivered by the cheerful young woman, and I cut it up.
Cycling makes me hungry but I'm indulging myself too much.  Ah, what to do?  If you're going to, do it right and enjoy, don't go halfway, picking on yourself for being weak.
We're all weak.  We're all strong.  Duality.
I'm taking John out for a quick dinner, as he's obsessed with finishing rehabilitating his antique Alfa Romero.  The guy can do anything with things.
In the meantime, Kaon, his Dobermann Pincher  and I are getting reacquainted.
I'm certainly relaxed by 1730 hours (5:30P.M., sitting in my pierre 'dterre, at John's, in Spreydon, in Christchurch, Cantebury, So. Island, New Zealand.  And by the way, below the Equator.
I unload, unpack, get organized in the den/guest bedroom 'converted shack.'  A real  vine-covered cottage (with many interesting books).  Note, I'm now reading 'The Creators,' a history of heroes of the imagination,' by Daniel Boorstin.
We walk to a nearby Indian place for dinner.  They have Palek Paneer, which I quickly order.
Back at 'the ranch,' we sit in his lovely dining room (great small house), and I devour too much.  
I retire to outside, and try sleeping on the floor (N.Z. beds too soft for me.).
It's been a perfect day, Good on you Friday, 2012.


040412 BLOK


040412 BLOK:  One year ago, I was in Perth, Australia.  One month from now in Santiago, Chile.

In Timaru, and 'Tyler too!'

Being so close to the BIG HIGHWAY #1, trucks roaring past all night, rattling the windows so close!  But, no one snored.  I was amazed, as an older KIWI there in this room that sleeps too many.
I'm up at 0550, get dressed and move my things out without waking any one.  Of course there's the usual tossing and turning, one mind sensing another on an unconscious level.
Thus, being unconscious is not knowing you don't know.  Whereas, consciousness is 'noing' you don't 'no!'
I have breakfast listening to one Kiwi 'rail' against women (to his Kiwi friend), the word 'f______,' used many times.  And more specifically,  'I will never trust another woman, as long as I live!'  Well, maybe, but more likely, he'll forget his perceived injustices and fall for another and having, trusting this woman forever!  The twists and turns of Duality.   And that you can trust most people, but a few, wherever male or female, watch out for.  
Expectations are the Devil!
I've wronged women, and been wronged by them, so maybe even.  I suppose if you end up with a 'season,' at 50% won, you're doing do.
I load up and am out there, early, earlier than most days.  I guess I'm having the 'horse smelling the barn' syndrome.  A guest, smoking a cigarette, wishes me a 'safe trip.'
I coast to Pak N Save, and 'tie' Mr. Fetes, to a pole.  I note a Cafe, as a part of the Complex.
I purchase soy milk and a banana.
I have tea, and a muffin in the Cafe.
Sitting in the Cafe I notice a Pharmacy across the way.
In the Pharmo. I purchase hydrogen peroxide and two ear plugs (losing the package of them back in Chalet Hostel/Dune. -- I have so stupid (Russian born am I!).
THE BIRTH OF THE 'UNIVERSE' (EXISTENCE) WAS THE BIRTH OF POTENTIAL!  BUT THE 'POTENTIAL' WE DEFINE AS 'POTENTIAL' IS 'KNOT POTENTIAL!'
We're prisoners of wor(l)ds!

Timaru to Ashburton, I've got about the same distance as yesterday (75 versus 80).  But, these, 'semi-slick' Continental touring tires, helping as less resistance (faster, easier).  And the new tube in rear, 'knot' leaking a psi!
Boy, did I have the wrong treads for the first 80%.  Schwalbe 'Extremes.'  These soft, aggressive treads eaten 'alive' by the Bitumen (gravel) 'sealed' highways.  The boys at Bike Box, Jason and the gang didn't tell me.  They also didn't tell me this 'line' had been discontinued.  Now, they want me to apologize.  So, I put it up for a 'vote?'  Who's 'write'' here?  No one is 'right' or 'wrong,' we both are both, some 'write' and some wrong!  They for 'knot' telling me, but also me for 'knot' doing more research (or 'noing' from experience), nee Caveat Emptor.  Note, if they don't apologize to me, we're going to turn them into 'toads!'  They don't realize we're 'The Magic Dragon!'
Life is a never-ending series of lessons, one after another.  That is, if you open to such.  Most close off and never mature beyond 14-years of age.  And the intellect has nothing to do with it.
Note, there's too much 'motor mentality' in N.Z., but same, for Australia, China, and the U.S. --  I suppose every country/culture in the wor(l)d (lusts for that big SUV or Japanese 'crotch-rocket').  I don't!  If someone gave me one, I'd sell and donate the money to 'Low Carbon' industries!
We need to change!  Get on a bicycle, one that you have to 'push!'
There's too much traffic in N.Z., the reason prices, in general, are so high (as in Australia).  In N.Z., 91 oct. petrol costs an equivalent $9USD per gallon (2.20NZD per liter).  This, more than twice what they're paying in the U.S.  And N.Zlanders's rushing around having lost their minds!  It's the ole, 'we don't know what we don't know!'
Happiness is being free from such 'slavery.'  Going fast is only an illusion of power and freedom (nee, 'getting away from 'them')!
On my way to Ashburton, the terrain, gradually rolls out into the Cantebury Plain, and easier cranking (except for an incessant offshore breeze in my face).
We stop at a lone Cafe (name?) where I have Pumpkin and Feta Fritters,' and carrot cake.  Amazing, Pumpkin and Feta Fritters, wow!
People come and go.  There's a cute baby girl, one year old.  We make 'eyes' at each other.  I love playing with babies, as so curious.
When, departing, I try for the 'Gent's toilet, it's locked.  When I ask, O.K., but they don't want the group of Indians using (basically trashing it out).
I've got another 30'K, as they say") to Ashburton.
But, God willing, I'm there in two hours (must not be 30KM?).  The purchased, and inserted, ear plug working, but a bit strange.  I think I prefer to deal with the loud traffic noise.
Just as I reach Ashburton there's a sign for a 'Holliday Caravan Park.'  I decide to try it, and ultimately glad I did.  It turns out to be a veritable 'labor camp' for young Europeans (mostly German).  But, here I meet a Malaysian, Chileans, and one Sheep Shearer par excellence!
I end up, for only $20NZD, in a bed next to the Sheep Shearer.  I ask him about being one, what it's like.  Well, first off you get paid 'piecemeal,' by the # of sheep, rather than by the hour.  Of course, this has made for faster and faster shearing, and now a contest.  He does 500 in one eight-hour shift, making roughly $500NZD for the day.  31 years, and 2 million sheep sheared to date, he's still at it.  But, then he tells me about splitting from his wife, and how he's hid 2 houses from her, and wonders why she ordered him away!  Women can't trust men either it seems!
Men are such 'dups.' compared to women.  They want 'our' seed, we want their bodies, both expectations lost somewhere!  I feel sorry for the guy, his sad face.
I'm worried unnecessarily (again) that he's going to keep me awake all night snoring.  He starts out, but then ceases, and I get to sleep.  There is a God!

Ashburton to Burnham, nee Rolleston, nee Templeton (050412, Thursday).

I'm up before the others (something like 0600), the large room making moving less noticeable.  But, these guys are working and up shortly after me.
I go to the kitchen (50M walk), where workers have eaten, or are at, breakfast.  The TV blares the weather, which I'm always interested in knowing more about.
A German couple arrives, she with blond hair.  Immediately, he clears and cleans the table, serving her breakfast.  These aren't workers, but travelers.  The workers in a hurry, because late, travelers with more time.
I do the 'drill,' moving Mr. Fetes into the morning sunlight.
I load up and go, needing to stop/shop in the 'City Centre,' Ashburton.  Luckily, there's a CountDown Food Market.  I buy the usual soy milk, Mammouth Yoghurt, and one banana.
Outside I'm engaged by a man in one of those 4-wheel electric 'scooters,' (for disabled people).  He wants to know the usual.   He explains how to return to Highway #1.
I'm cranking out of Ash. by 1000, expecting a short and easy day.  But, right away a strong breeze in my face.
And the infernal motor traffic, probably (I find out later), the worst day of the entire year!   it's just one after another!
I'm looking for Burnham (at 50KM), but turns out to be a Military Camp of some sort.
I go on to Rolleston (another 10KM), but it turns out to be a 'bedroom community' for Christchurch and no overnight beds (hotels) for people riding bicycles.  I stop and a woman explains there's a Holliday Caravan Park, 'down on the main road.'  I head for it.
But, not far down Highway #1, I see a sign 'Lodge,' and I don't hesitate!  'One in hand, worth two in the bush!' 
At the office, there's a sign explaining, 'manager away to return at 330P.M.'  It's already 4P.M.  I wait a bit, then push Mr. Fetes to the rear, where I meet a guest, a wife, who not only gives me hope for a bed, but brings me orange juice as well.
I wait, and finally the manager, another equally friendly woman checks me into a sumptuous room (with kitchen) for $95NZD / $80USD.  I don't hesitate, as this is what I need after a 70KM day into a stiff wind.  Sometimes you just have to pay $.
I set out my wet (perspiration) cycling clothing to dry.
I sit in the sun recovering from the sounds of traffic.
I make tea, and do the usual, take a shower, etc.
More sitting.
Finally, with the sinking sun, I cover and lock Mr. Fetes.  I bring in my dry clothing.
Dinner of rice will suffice, and it comes out nice (still perfecting cooking rice on the road).  I want to develop a rice cooker, that will 'do it,' by flame, not electricity.
I 'flame out,' at 2000 hours (8P.M.).





Easter


Happy, this Season, acknowledging the idea of resurrection, and eternal life!  That we can be saved from ourselves, to be 'born again' to live forever!  Wrong again!  It's only a metaphor for the possibility, that's the good news (Gospel).  But, the 'not so,' is that you have to do this yourself!  And just going to church on Sundays doesn't make it!

Easter in the Southern Hemisphere, Autumn, in the Northern, Spring.

H.

Tuesday, April 03, 2012

030412 BLOK


030412  BLOK 'Maru 1 to Maru 2'

Up at 0600, adjusting to Daylight Saving Time (more light earlier, less later).  They're all sleeping.  I manage to get everything out of the room without waking anyone.
Then the usual drill.
Coffee.
Breakfast.
Vitamins,
Online,
Dishes,
Packing,
Toilet,
Moving downstairs,
Staging,
Lubricating chain, etc.
Moving Mr. Fetes out of the patio.
Loading,
Pushing
Down the street I go, few people, foggy, uninspiring.
I stop at an ATM and get more cash.
I push, looking into the first bicycle shop.
I push on…
Finally, I stop at the Giant Bicycle Shop, and get my rear tube changed.  The guy's been working on bicycles for 40 years.  I watch closely.
He says the bearings in the bottom bracket are going.  I feel it.  Ah, definitely will get the entire crank wheel system replaced, new chain, pedals, the works! 
I'm off at 0930, as a long (something like 80KM) way to Timaru.
The first part boring, a thousand trucks zoom past.
I pass the 45 So. latitude line, as marked, taking a picture.  I'm now only 4920KM from the Equator.
I stop at a Cafe and eat a Strawberry Muffin (on the 'Strawberry Trail'), and drink Earl Gray tea.  I'm surrounded by a group of elders brought from a Timaru facility to have lunch.  I've learned to never say 'never,' but I pray I don't end up this way!
I'm off again and feeling pretty strong, even against the offshore breeze (highway near the Ocean).
The traffic gets worse.
I stop and eat a banana.
I make St. Andrews and check out the camping ground.  No, bungalow, so I go on.
Not far ahead is the Masonic Hotel, nicely refab'ed.   I ask the guy in the bar, what's the least expensive room cost… '$65.'  I tell him it's too 'spendy,' and he doesn't understand the word, 'spendy.'  I say again that it's 'too expensive,' that I live on a small pension.  I say I'm go on to Timaru.  This guy, I think later, what an opportunity lost.
It gets hilly just like Mr. Giant said.  But, these are slow rollers.
More traffic.
Finally, I get into Timaru, and head for the i Tourist place.  Whoa, this city is larger than Oamaru!
I find the i Tourist place, in an charmingly old rock building near the RR station.  I get a map and head for the nearest 'Backpacker,' for the night.  I've now been on the road 6.5 hours, and wanting to stop.
I do.
The Wanderer's Backpacker Hostel' turns out interesting, as it's more like living with a family, than a hotel.  It's a 'scene' of many characters.  This Hostel could be a part of 'Southern Lights.'
I park Mr. Fetes, unload, and carry what I need up one floor.
I'm in a room with 47 others (might as well be in the military).
I return outside, sit in a cozy corner, and stare at the sky.
Suddenly, I'm being entertained by the N.Z. Royal Air Force's 'Red Checker's Aerobatic Team, a la the Blue Angels.'  They perform stunts over Timaru, big engines, smoke on cue.  I'm impressed!  Something about celebrating the 75th Anniversary of the N.Z. A.F.
I meet Tom from Ireland, who's working for bed waiting for something about his visa.  This young man only 24, has been traveling for 5 years.
Many guests come… Must be the location right on Highway #1.  I was concerned about the noise.
I eat my Manmouth Yoghurt.  I should write that I savor my Manmouth Yoghurt!  Note, only for men!  According to the lit. on the package, there are 'acceptable' things to do, like eating yoghurt, and 'unacceptable' things like sending people cards.  Funny, a Fontera, marketing idea.  I'm sure some guy named 'Brian makes it.'  C'mon, let's go to the videotape.
I take shower, forgetting the soap.  What a 'klutz' I am!  Luckily, I can manage some out of the dispenser.
I take my cycling clothing to dry, but no electric drier.  I hang them on the outside line.
I fix dinner, some eggs with tomato sauce.
I finish off my carob raisons, two guys knoshing a chicken dinner, and right in from of me.
It's a little crazy here.  I feel at home, well kinda. As there's a lot of talk about motorcycles and the use of the word 'fuckin!'
I'm in bed by 2100 hours, the only one.  Soon, however, a young guy launches over me.  It's a little saggy, and I'm worried it might break.
I'm also concerned about snoring.  In fact, I'm sure it will happen, as older men who went out drinking.
But, I manage to be positive, 'None of the men here will snore all night!'   And guess what?  It works!  Not one snore!  The bed isn't great, but I manage to sleep, this even with the trucks roaring past (this second-floor room right on the Highway).

Sunday, April 01, 2012

010412 BLOKS that ROKS!


010412 BLOKS that ROKS!

This is now, watching Arnold Terminator.  That was then, was when, back there, last night…
Oh, so good... my quiche runneth over, blessed by Carrot Cake!
The Honeymoon continues  in the shadow of 'Holy Mountain,' Palmerston.

March went out like a lamb, as had come in like you know what, like a 'road train' doing 120KMPH!  The kinetic force of Nature, astounding!

Up at 0700 the next 'mooring' we did the drill even interrupted by older women.
I meet L. who said I inspired her.  She needs help, hearing disability, and with Arthritis (all by 56).
And we have just the cure if can be done…
Health is life style, and ultimately you choose.
L. wanted pictures.  And someone walked by at the right moment and volunteered.
I was braking down High Street by 0945, and
out of New World, with 'man's yoghurt' by 1000.  I had planned to reward myself with the best yoghurt I've found yet!, at the top.
I had checked out the departure route and was 'geared up,' for the challenge.  Getting to the top of anything is more a mental than physical exercise.
'We eat hills for breakfast,
The wind for lunch.
We drink of nectar from the clouds.
We dine on lofty peaks!
We let nothing stop us!
And we dodn't.  
We got it up in about 1:15, but overcast and gloomy not feeling like it.  Also, a wonderful up and down, down, to Waitati and Highway #1.  Then north up and down.  Endless hills in N.Z., the highways following the topography, like a man's hand on a woman's thigh.
I stopped at a bridge, this to eat my 'Man's Yoghurt' lunch, maybe a banana.  It was nice except for the incessant sound of the infernal motor vehicle, zooming past as if their lives depended on it!  
Mass madness, modern life!
What happened?
We've enslaved ourselves with material pleasure, governments seducing us with more and more (nee the financial crisis, bust, and Depression)!
I think time for the Spiritual, more than the Material…
I walked to Four-Square food market for safety pins.  I walked out with sardines, an avocado, and safety pins.
I was going to have the sardines and avocado for dinner, but discovered a restaurant, and oh so glad, as the quiche and carrot cake, as described at the beginning.
I walked back to the W. Lodge, I needed to cover Mr. Fetes.
This is James MacKenzie country, a government bureaucrat that did enough to get a cairn at the top of 'Holy Mountain' (see picture at www.cyclingpeace.org/gallery/).  Another phallic symbol!
My room, #9, is definitely Asian-small, barely enough to get all my gear into, but I've learned to manage.  It was $30 versus $55, and I try to save whenever I can.  And living in a tent helps, teaches you… You have to try to stay organized or you'll go mad.  In my little room, with a sink, an electric boiler of water, a TV, one chair, an electric heater, one bed, and just enough space to move.  It did have a window.  I  prepared breakfast for the morning, and got in bed by 2000 hours (8P.M.).
The bed, four blankets… This area must get really cold in the winter!  I strip off three of them, but never quite satisfied and woke up many times.  Too soft the mattress!

Palmerston to Oamaru

I'm up at 0700, and do the usual, coffee first, food.  I boiled water to cook my oatmeal.  And with one banana, and one muffin, not bad!  I notice the window glass covered with moisture and glad I had covered Mt. Fetes.
I'm out and about by 0830, inserting the safety pin in the back brake shoe.  Well, I thought I was but trying, realized the ones I'd purchased too small.  What to do?  I improvised.. I bent the small one larger, and made it work.
Living on a bicycle, the best part, it teaches you discipline, perseverance, how to solve problems.
I'm off by 0945, and glad I put on my jacket and warmer gloves.  I'm thinking Southland, South Island, N.Z., the winter comes early…?
We have longer to go today, but no big up right off as in yesterday.
It's up and down, of course, N.Z. 'rollercoaster' tour bicycle riding in N.Z.!
Suddenly, the highway is right next to the Ocean, the South Pacific Ocean, and I stop as I want to partake (and rest).  There's a nice wooden railing to park Mr. Fetes and me to sit on.  I stare out at the morning...
Suddenly I'm transported to Chile, as 'angels dance on the waves!'  No, I hadn't taken LSD.  I know angels when I see them.  I took a picture, you decide.  It was an epiphany… That's where I'm going, South America.
I cranked on with a forest to my left, zooming traffic to my right.
Still up and down, but then I think I finally have breached the last of them.  Somewhere near Hubert, a vast vista unfolds to my left, the Otago Plains (?).  This warms my heart.  I need to be in such openness, dense and close not my 'fair!'  I think I make out the Southern Alps shrouded in the distance.
And we're going down.
I end up having a chicken sandwich (mistake) at an open 'Tavern.'  The sun on the porch had beckoned me.  The sandwich was good actually, it's just that I shouldn't have eaten such a large meal before dealing with what I had to… More up and down, and construction I had to push through.
I finally got there, to Oamaru about 3P.M., surprised I pulled into a New World market.  I needed soy milk.  Because of New World I knew Oamaru was larger than expected.  They don't put these wonderful food Markets unless the population will support.
Then, I couldn't find any 'Backpackers,' and I knew there was at least one.
A local women knew, and directed to 'to the bottom of the hill.'  Oh, oh.
At the bottom, I discover a 'movie set,' of Victorian buildings.  I take pictures of Penny Farthing (high wheel) bicycles.  I'm intrigued.
This town is so large, it has an i Tourist place.  I'm directed to the Empire Hotel, just a push away.
I check in, having a good conversation with 'Eddie,' the manager.  He's from Auckland.
I'm in a room, with a guy in bed and the room looking like these are permanent residents.
He's reading a book.
So, is the guy on the couch out in the living, TV, Internet room.  It faces the Victorian street, and something called a 'The Puckmeister?'
I do what I have to, moving things about, organizing, up and down the stairs.  Mr. Fetes ends up in the basement/laundry room.
I take a shower.
I hang sweat-wet cycling garments, plus my two towers,' outside on a close line.
I rest at a picnic table.  Suddenly, I'm feeling better.
Back in the room I get into an incredible conversation with, none other, than Ryan Oneill.  What is this Hollywood actor doing in a dorm room at the Empire Backpackers Hotel?  He's a 32-year old chef from Canada, about to move to Australia.  We talk food.  We surmise whatever happened to Ryan ONeill, the father of Tatum?  If you know, and I'll bet on Dick knowing… Let us in on the gossip!
Later, at dinner, Ryan offers some of the pasta he's prepared.  This is a cook!
In the meantime, a bunch of people check in, some Asians, and the place is hopping.  This is Sunday, April Fools Day. 
I'm fooled by the time, as didn't change my watch the day before.  Fall back, Spring forward, so we gained one hour.
Amazing earlier, our room next to the manager's, coincidentally the door opens to partake of an afternoon 'tea' with guests.  Somehow, I hadn't expected!  It was a 'shot' out of a movie entitled, 'The Empire Hotel, if only it could talk!' 
I can't get the electric drier to work.  Taken off the line, the garments I'd hung out to 'wash,' (by the sea air), needed to be dried.  I tell Eddie and he goes below to solve.  Later, all nice and fluffy warm.
Even though anti-drier (too much electricity), it's nice to have available if you need.  I remember having to dry garments in electric driers crossing Australia, as rarely stayed more than one night.  Mostly the 'roadhouses' don't have the Internet.
Ah, life on the road… What to do?