Wellington (one)

Wellington.
I'm actually positive I wrote something here last night, but it seems to not exist. So perhaps I didn't. Or perhaps I was dreaming.

Anyway. Today is a great day, for a number of reasons really. Because I say that it is for a number of reasons, I shall number them for you.

1) I woke up to a pre-prepared Bircher Muesli that I soaked overnight in yoghurt and milk. It was delicious (although it turned into WAY too much after absorbing all that milk!)

2) Coralee called me and she was happy happy happy. It is the last day of term, but just hearing her happy made me happy. I really am emotionally connected to that girl!

3) Truck Protest. The trucks are protesting all over the country today in opposition to a rise in road user charges on really short notice - and fair enough too. We need trucks, but we could do without cars.

I skipped the early conference session to play in the wellington streets with kilometers of trucks all single file blasting their airhorns. It made me happy. This was one of the most passionate protests I've ever attended. Not even kidding. Recently, enviro type protests have increasingly frustrated me. So much angst and stuff. These truck drivers were genuinely concerned about their livlihoods - I could see in in their eyes.

I took some sweet video. I will compile it soon into an amateur home-video of my Wellington experience.

Highlights so far (it's only 10am):

Riding along watching trucks clogging the whole city and some suited man in a car pulling the fingers at me for taking up a lane. I caught up to him and asked "Sorry sir, was I holding you up" (the rest of the city was gridlock!).

Being on my bike in this strange territory - not knowing my way around - climbing hills only to find out I must go back down because I've gone totally the wrong way.

And finally, this smile that I can't shake from my face. It's here, and I'm glad.

Thanks for everything.
Alex