I got back a couple of days ago after three most excellent weeks of traveling around New Zealand. Fabulous! As a lefty, I miss driving on the other side of the road. Mostly, I miss using the word trundler (for supermarket shopping cart).
As this journal is for sports/training related stuff (I am slowly launching a more generic one at nosoapradio.org, I’ll limit my digression to one of those long high school yearbook word montages: Wellington, Te Papa, extreme playgrounds, mime, kopi, organic cafes, ferry, blenheim, kaikoura, dolphins, whales, seals, kayak, christchurch, arthur’s pass, hokitika, goat, giant rabbit, glaciers, tramping, west coast, Wanaka, Glendhu Bay, rob roy, LOTR CDs, official partnership, Jefferson, e2, Pump, mountain biking, homestead, Doubtful Sound, cold water, calm water, te anau, Milford Sound, no cars, no people, Queenstown, @Thai, Auckland, Mace.
And for closing thoughts on the New Zealand Ironman. The race organization is impeccable and the town is fantastic. I have watched Hawaii and I don’t think the crowd support matches NZ. It took me a whole three days before I realized I would do another one…
No Soap, Radio! 