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July 17 roimatawe're in new zealand these days. it's a stunningly pretty country. sheep, mountains, bare trees, beaches, fush in chups, family and more. it snowed with both ferocity and beauty as i rode an intercity coach over the desert road to hamilton. i couldn't have planned it better. not only was the ticket cheap, it included a plethora of opportunities to photograph and film the nz countryside. i indulged in only a few of these, actually, but was warmed to see the snow come down and the ground so white. it reminded me of the late night trips i used to do with my mate gav from wellignton to hamilton, after work. maybe i was also reminiscent of the stunning winters england provides and the snow falls over the yorkshire moors that jenny and i would drive through a few years ago. once the happiness of the desert road was behind us we stopped at dinos diner for tea, as i am usually anaccustomed to doing at 4.30pm. however, while in rome i had a bacon and egg pie. if the mere $2.50 price tag didn't excite me enough the steaming hot egg and bacon inside did and i didn't feel so bad for bursting my $5 meal budget for the trip.
while in hamilton we got two emails. one from an old tea coll friend who has recently become engaged. this is a friend who once told children her name was miss purere ta (maori for printer) during an ict lesson we taught together. i still get the giggles off that memory.
another email came from inf, the people we worked with in nepal. it was one of those emails we all dread. a man who, along with his wife, were splendid friends of ours in pokhara, was involved in a fatal motorcycle accident last week. last night asi held ben at two am, i cried. i thought of his three kids who won't get to run to the door when he gets in from work and call out 'daddy' with a sqeaky kids voice and a smile that makes you forget the world's worries and allows you to concentrate instead on the small person attempting to squeeze the daylights out of your leg in the form of an unconditional hug only really available from children. it's too much for anybody to understand or feel. his dear family will surely muster the strength and faith that strangely comes to some at times as dark as this. (please take a minute to follow the link on the word inf above to read about tim.)
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