juggling in picton

yes! i have made the move south at last! after seven weeks of decomposing in beethovenian wellington i'm moving in space and time again. and i'm not on my own...the karakoram, my beloved red two-wheel beauty - we're reuinted! just when i got the bike, i took it for a couple of nice road and off-road rides and it all came back! the landscape slowly changing, the slog up a hill, the fun and sweat... again, i'm just about to turn a new traveller's leaf after a looong break...
so i took the ferry, packed the elephantine size panniers and took off.
such a simple thing as that got me back on the track - a stream of thoughts started running down my spine immediately after we went into sea. here's one of them:
the shape of the landscape was an immense workload for nature - how do we know about things being shaped up? how do we understand the place we leave in? we use our imagination, the power of our tiny minds - we see the earth as a huuuge piece of fabric being shaped by unimaginable force, creases and patterns changing in an everlasting process - howcome do we realise that? and so on.
yes, i'm definitely back to normal :-)
and now, lounging in a lovely backpackers called jugglers' rest, just about to make my dinner and watch a juggling performance, and then plan my 'tomorrow'. i'm finally looking forward, impatiently waiting for more tomorrows...