While walking down Tory Street in Wellington contemplating the inexorable decline of the dollar and how it affects my fun factor I literally bumped into one of my heroes. The great David Kolbos was in town in the midst of his North Island hitchhiking tour. David will likely go down as one the great Permaculture Warriors of our time, having studied from the masters in New Mexico, Central America and New Zealand. Full of energetic inspiration, it is only a matter of time before he leaves his mark on the world (or perhaps closing the wounds opened by our forefathers). At a table creaking under the weight of wine bottles we solved most of the world's problems and even a few of our own. Good luck David, and Godspeed!
Even more fortuitously, the very next day on the Cook Strait ferry crossing I bumped into sustainability celebrities Sean and Louisa from Arizona. Seems as though they are on a similar mission as myself, but are a good six months ahead (they opted for the year of eternal winter, while I went with eternal summer).
Now in the one-horse seaside town of Picton. Happened to crash an acoustic jam session at an Irish joint down by the harbour. By the height of the festivities about ten folks were circled about playing all sorts of tunes, including the legendary Irish ballad "Sweet Home Alabama". Struck up a conversation with a gent who is on a motorcross crew whose van broke down and are effectively marooned for the time being. This certainly ain't a bad place to be stuck. Side note: if you happen to be passing through, stay at the Tombstone Backpackers...far and away the best facilities of any hostel you'll ever stay in.
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