Day 7 – 3 September
In the morning, I had a simple but proper breakfast for the first time in a while, a luxury after days of Up & Gos and muesli bars. I spent a couple more hours engrossed in the Jodi Piccoult book, and took a couple more pictures of the view from Bernie’s house, this time in daylight.
The mountains were especially nice to see. I miss seeing the Cascades and Mt. Rainier out my back window.
Bernie’s dad drove me to the railway station, where I picked up my final bus of the trip. Soon I found myself wishing I’d taken her up on her offer to borrow the book, as I had two hours to kill and I was aching to find out what came next. But instead I took pictures, and in retrospect I’m glad I did. Surprisingly, I don’t have many pictures of the New Zealand countryside.
It’s funny; I’m still in New Zealand for another two months and already I find myself missing it. I find myself seeing “lasts:” the last time I’ll be on the south island, the last bottle of shampoo I’ll use here. I’ve said this to several of my friends, but it bears repeating: I can really see now how people come to New Zealand intending to stay temporarily and end up staying for good. The people are so friendly, the landscape second-to-none. Don’t worry, friends from home, I am coming back! I’ll get deported if I don’t, and I believe I have a degree to finish up … but I definitely know I’m going to return somewhere down the line.