I am not feeling up to describing my whole entire weekend just now (see what I am cunningly doing, is building up suspense with these tidbits so when I finally write about it you will all be ready to understand how lovely it all was) so I decided to report on my musings about boats, trains and planes.
I will first have to reveal a segment from the very end of my weekend...
I had waited until what my companions considered to be the last minute (not to be confused with the actual last minute in which I usually operate) to board the boat. There being quite a few actual minutes left I spent a long time watching my friends from the boat and intermittently waving. During this time I took some photos of the port and on the ferry I pondered them.
I think I have decided what it is I like so much about train stations and ferry ports but not airports. When I first left New Zealand for Germany back in 2000 I took a picture of the railway tracks on the way from Petone to the airport and it was so pleasing it stayed on my desk all year. I like the way that these places all all set up with ingenuity and precision, in straight, clean, shiny lines - and then the world around them (the sea air and the commuters feet and the city dust) comes and has a nibble, and dulls the tracks to the colour of the rocks and chews little random patterns into the paint and everything adjusts to its surroundings. As a passenger on such services I appreciate both the shiny new times and the grime, shadows and (reasonable safety-wise) signs of age. I don't like airports because they are the opposite, air travel is so necessarily artificial and wrenching. Humph.
All that said and I just realised I managed to leave my USB cable on Oki so no pictures for tonight.
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