Passing the time

We are presently sitting on the deck of our friend Herman's flat in Titahi Bay, gazing over the sunlit Porirua Harbour, and watching the trains rumbling up and down across the water.

Our bikes are on the high seas in a container on their way to Wellington, and we hope to be re-united with them by the new year. After riding every day for six months, not to mention the eighteen months before that, we do miss them. So many hours have our heads been in our helmets that they have become moulded to their shape.

9 December 2011