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.
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.).