My last night was really great. I went to a bar with a group of people to celebrate someone's birthday and there was some great live music. It was really fun.
Said goodbye to my Frenchman on the Saturday (he insisted on posing lying on his car for a photo). He wanted to come with me but doesn't have enough money. I then had a longggg three hour drive down to Pakiri Beach, which is an hour and a half from Auckland. It's a beautiful spot, it's just been incredibly grey and rainy, so it's hard to enjoy it. I seem to be in a little cabin with walls made of cardboard and a ceiling made of polystyrene. I have been feeling appalling the last couple of days.... my fibromyalgia has really caught up with me. I have felt exhausted and have slept and slept. I have felt sick, dizzy and generally really sore. I feel much better today. It was a half hour drive to come and use the internet, but it was worth it because I think this is going to be the last time I get to do so before mid January when I leave my Marlborough Sounds hostel.
Am currently in a library. The librarian is rather conservative but she just spoke to a mature lady customer 'no that's a soft porn novel dear, the hard core sexy stuff you want is on that shelf at the back.' I kid you not.
Going to have some lunch by the river here in Warkworth, it's prettier here than I remember. Tomorrow I get to meet the guy I was going to meet originally in Auckland (we rescheduled). He is a bit of a hero of mine, a famous psychologist and author and he wrote a couple of books that is relevant to my book research, so it should be fantastic. Not looking forward to seeing grey Auckland though. I have to return to the sports shop where I got my tent to see if they will buy it back from me. They should do but I don't know quite where I'm going to dump it if they don't. Poor George, I've used him now I'm dumping him.
So, if I don't get online again, have a fantabulous Christmas and New Year. If your relatives are getting on your nerves, write me a letter. It will definitely be appreciated because I'm staying somewhere very isolated. The mail is only delivered twice a week by boat. My parents have my address. Lots of love to everyone. Make sure you check back in in January for more scandalous stories.










