Road to Wellington
With no video games or steady workout routine, my thumb was becoming a dumb, lazy, overweight bum. Demanding more finger foods, the digit would constantly question and complain… Does this glove make me look fat? My thumb was filed from its last job because it opposed the idea of working in an office cuticle. Well it was about time to get off its lazy palm and get another job. So, I forced it to work and hitchhiked across New Zealand.
Starting from the top of the north island, it took three days of hitchin’ before we reached Wellington. Surprisingly, we were able to do a lot of sightseeing. We visited the thermically active middle of the island, filled with geysers and volcanoes, both coastlines, and even had the pleasure of urban camping in a cemetery (without Mark… YOU chicken!)
During dusk the small cemetery seemed quite large. There was a small grove of trees just large enough to hide me from the piercing eyes of any graveyard caretaker. After scratching through the bushes, I stumbled upon a stone alter in the clearing. I found no readable markings but it did have deep carved groves and large shiny metal bands that were holding the mossy old stone together. More examining reveled a pair of women’s underwear hanging up above the alter in a tree branch. As the darkness fell… thoughts of a scary cult-like virgin cemetery sacrifice raced through my head and I had to force myself to sleep.
Despite my thumb’s work ethic or the virgin sacrificial alter, we reached Wellington and are currently staying with ultra-cool (he told me to say that), Tom Van Herck. Oh yeah… Happy Turkey Day to those of you in America.
November 22nd, 2007
