BACK ON THE ROAD!!!

So i'm officially travelling again...I feel like i have something to write finally...sort of....I left Auckland on the 22nd and drove to Rotorua with Scott and Rhona (my scottish partners in crime) and Hana (my favorite new yorker of all time) for the Raggamuffin music festival....after a night of sleeping in the back of a toyota i rolled out and headed to the festival..the first half of the festival was local new zealand acts...Katchafire was definitely my favorite...Sweet and Irie was also sick....The festival vibe was amazing...everybody moving to positive vibrations in the sun, nothing like it...The the international groups started up....Ill mention the positives first...Julian Marely! increadible...when he did a cover of positive vibrations you could close your eyes and it was like listening to tuff gong himself....Lauryn Hill!!! enough said...she was sick!...and now...the not so good...sean kingston is a royal chode....he thinks verry highly of himself to say the least...shaggy who was the ending act was also just ok....beside the songs, "angel" "wasnt me", and "mr. boombastic" he just paraded around and air humped the microphone...

I'm now in Taupo..heading to the south island tomorow...cant wait...I keep hearing nothing but good things about it....We've been living out of the back of Scott and Rhona's car which is oddly enough named after my mom...last night i slept outside of the bathrooms near lake Taupo...i thought i was going to be robbed at one point by this homeless guy that walked by and starred at me but then i thought to myslelf...why would a homeless man want to attack a fellow homeless man??? overall things are good..between my sessions of stressing out over no money and stomach cramps from being constipated im enjoying myself immensely! so its off to wellington tomorrow and then south island! adam lambert just came on the radio in the internet place im in..im about to destroy everything in sight....so yess...south it is!!! thanks for the money mom!!

It's 12 oclock sunday morning January 10th. I quit work a week ago and moved back Oaklands Lodge Hostel. Hostel life is a good one. It still amazes me the people you run into and the stories you here around this place. I got into an hour long coversation (in which i did most of the listening) with a new zealand author named Katie Harrison. Katie is a older maori woman with long black hair running the length of her back and blue tinted glasses softening the intense nature of her face. Our conversation easily slid from topic to topic...our favourite authors, the use of barbed wire in vietnam and WWI, discrimination, cheap ciggarettes, home. I wanted to instantly go inside and write down the pieces of wisdom I was hearing but fought the urge and just sat and mentally took snapshots. Im finding the more I try to capture the moments that mean the most to me the less and less they make sense when I dust them off. I guess im being greedy in a way because nobody else will ever see some of the best pictures I have taken or read the most prfound words ive stumbled upon, but im sure more than ever that sometimes the best moments are ones that spontaneously arrive, knock you on your ass, leave you speechless in a moment and then dissapear forever.