drowned in wellington!?

huh. silent for a long time. not without a reason.
first, tried to concentrate and do my writing. with poor results.
had a great time a week ago when i challenged a dutch guy - of course i lost the rollerblading race and got two enormous blisters. we also did a big pizza party, which ended up in shoving heaps of it in our mouths, getting everybody full to the brim so that i'm not even considering getting any pizza-like food in the nearest future.
and just when i made up my mind to leave, things started happening. i started working at the hostel and then got a temp job at a local restaurant. so i decided to linger.
wellington is a place among hills and water which makes me more than happy. people at the beethoven come and go and part of me is already restless, screaming to move on.
but there are days like today that make me stay for another night, another breakfast. sunday, 9am, fire alarm as a wake up call, alan's porridge and good morning rituals, then a cleaning run round the house, people saying their goodbyes, guys fighting weed in the bushy garden, alan getting crazy with the hose... this is an extraordinary place.
it seems to be a break. but now i'm travelling with my mind.
by the way, let me know if you all got the postcards, some of them seem to be getting ages to reach you!
wyspa! the islanders! drop me a line, will you?
cheers!