Girona and Montserrat 2018

Featured

Posted on September 4, 2018 by nicolag33

Girona

On the 28 August, I flew from Manchester, with Ryanair to Girona. I was flying in there en route, as it’s located 99 km northeast of Barcelona. Finding the nearest stop on the airport bus, from there walked to the village of Fornells de la Selva. It was very hot. It was siesta time, so I found some shade. Skyping then with my brother in Nepal, the wonder of communication across borders. I waited for the shop to open after the siestas, and purchased some food.

I sat on the grass outside the church, overlooking the beautiful surrounds. A local retired man came out of the church and stopped to chat. My Spanish is poor. His English is better. I told him I was going camping at Can Toni Manescal. He offered to give me a lift and I was infinitely thankful.

The camping ground at Can Toni Manescal was lovely and quiet. I rested there. I would walk back to the small town Fornelles de la Selva for supplies. I just enjoyed the countryside. There was a pool at the campground too.

Looking over the hills from the campsite, sunset

On the last day, I went into the city of Girona. A Dutch couple, who were neighbours at the campsite, gave me a lift in. Girona is a lovely city to wander through.

I went to the Girona Art Museum and to the Basilica Cathedral. Girona Cathedral is approached with ninety steps. Designed by Majorcan architect Jaume Fabre, it is evidently an excellent example of Catalan Gothic architecture. And I also went to visit the Basilica de Sant Feliu, which is one of the few Spanish churches that possess a genuine spire.

I was heading to catch the bus back to the town of Fornells. Then I saw the Dutch couple again. Thanking my lucky stars, as they offered a lift back to the campground with them.

Whilst camping there I heard a snap and got up to find my tent pole had broken. I fixed it with the extra piece with the tent. Then it broke again another night. It was near the last snap, so they fixed together with a bit of makeshift fixing.

Montserrat

1st Sept, I caught a train down to Barcelona, firstly with another couple from the campsite to the train station. And then took trains to the base of Montserrat. Then caught the cable car up. Amazing, it only takes five minutes of dangling there on the side of the cliffs! There are different options for getting up there, you can drive, take the cable car or the rack railway.

I had been in contact with Ellen Holmes, whom I had met in Glastonbury. She is from the UK. She was living in Barcelona at the time. She would come to camp at Montserrat quite often. So much so, that she left her tent up. She had sent me directions to the campsite there. Its like a secret place to camp, and is on the pilgrims walk. Ellen was in Barcelona, and so met up with her the next day. It took me a wee while to find the way there. It was a bit of a walk with my wheelie bag, but I made it! And was so glad I did.

It was a great place to camp, with gorgeous views out, with facilities, showers and a kitchen.

Montserrat is home to the Monastery of Montserrat, sitting on a beautiful jaggedly and rocky mountain range. A place of pilgrimage for centuries, drawing people there for spiritual solace, reflection, and prayer. Natural beauty surrounds, with majestic peaks and rock formations.

Sitting up there is Santa Maria de Montserrat, the Benedictine monastery that was founded in the 11th century. Here you’ll find the iconic statue of Our Lady of Montserrat (La Moreneta). It is one of the few black Madonnas in Europe.

Stepping inside the ornate monastery, I saw a long line waiting to say hello to Our Lady. I said my blessings from afar and spent time in the courtyard instead.

With stunning views over Catalonia, Montserrat is also deeply tied to Catalan identity. Like a beacon of hope, it stands like a symbol of resilience for the Catalan people. With its rugged landscape and spiritual significance. And the mountains seem to hold a magnetic pull, with centuries of devotion stamped here. There is a quality of transcendence that draws many here to find that connection in the mountain air.

The shower blocks at the camp, in that they are stone set on the side of the cliff. You look down from the lookout and its straight down. I met a lovely Spanish couple camping there. I got stung by a wasp, whilst I was there, but wasn’t bad at all.

I found a spot further up from the campsite that was on the pilgrims walk, with a great big rock. It seemed like a gateway, and I felt guided to come back again. On my last night, I went back up there to spend some time. There was quite a lot of LL coming through in this area. And meeting with Ellen before I left.

Barcelona

I stayed one night in Barcelona. It was a mission getting back there from Montserrat that day. I took a few wrong turnings on the trains and ended up walking quite a long ways. But I was walking through the streets of Barcelona, so much to look at so I kept going. A weary traveller, finally found the apartment building. Ellen and her partner Robin had kindly lent me their one bedroom apartment. Ellen and Robin founded an event called The Ufology World Congress in Montserrat, in 2017. These events still take place in Barcelona.

I went for a short walk around the neighbourhood in the early evening, with so much vibrancy to look at. It was a hot night. The windows were open. The couple next door seemed to be loudly enjoying each other’s company. So groggy after not much sleep, up early the next morning to get to the airport.

4th September, for a 11.25am flight to San Francisco, USA, with Iberia Airlines.

Manchester and Liverpool 2018

Posted on August 28, 2018 by nicolag33

I took two trips to Manchester that year, with hosting groups in Manchester and Liverpool. The Mancunians and the Liverpudlians really liked the Lemuria Rising groups.

Manchester

27 Feb, Sue Barnes kindly picked me up from the station at Altrincham. Sue is British and I had met her when she was living in Nelson, NZ. I was arriving in after a big day travelling, with the mega busses, from Somerset. I was a bit travel weary, and it was dark on arrival. In the morning, it was snowing!

Sue, had invited me to stay with her in Manchester, and she kindly hosted me at her place in Altrincham. A well to do suburb, with big houses belonging to footballers and their families. I took walks in the snow, in amongst these huge old estates.

We went to an Antarma concert at a venue called Heaven on Earth one evening.

Lemuria Rising – Manchester

10 March, from 3-6pm, the first group was at St Clements Church in Chorlton. Sue was a guest presenter for this group. Together with her Romanian friend Paulo Aleph. Sue led us on a meditation journey. Paulo brought many instruments, including crystal bowls and a didgeridoo. He provided a powerful sound healing. It was a large group that turned out. With a few friends Linda and Baz also coming. The venue worked really well, with the stained glass backdrop and really good acoustics.

One evening I met an old friend of Sues, Cheryl. And we went to hear her friend Dennis Barnes channel, with his live show. And he brought through a message for me, it was right on point. He brings through the Council of Twelve.

Sue took me to different places around Manchester. We went to the Deer park one day which was not far from her house, where deer can roam around. And to Lymm. It all looked so beautiful in the snow.

Deer Park

Altrincham

I was grateful for a place to stay, as I was feeling quite fatigued after the Christmas housesit. I helped out with different things for Sue to say thankyou, and spent time in the parks near her house. I would go up to the library to write. But mostly I rested, as my energy was a bit low, so I was rebuilding. Sue went on a trip to Wales and I stayed behind then, it was really snowy out.

Sale

I walked along the canals near Sale. I also went to stay with Linda in Chorlton. I had met her in Guatemala.

20 March – The Seraphina Centre, at Ashton-under-Lyne, had been in contact to host a Lemuria Rising group. This was a lovely. Afterwards I explored Manchester City for the afternoon.

Manchester City

Lemuria Rising – Cheshire

There was also a small group in Knutsford, Cheshire, at Cheryl’s private residence. As was her invitation and welcome to her lovely house. The guest for this group was a friend whom was in town at the time, Barrie Griffin. This group was sold out. Barrie brought us on a peaceful meditation journey with sound healing and light language. Together with myself bringing through chakra balancing, with sound and light language.

I headed back down to Somerset at the end of March. In August, I came back up again, firstly to Liverpool.

Liverpool

22 Aug 2018, took a bus from Glastonbury to Bristol. From Bristol I took the bus to Birmingham, and was a few hours there. My Grandfather, Frank, was born there and this was my first time in Birmingham. So I thought of my ancestor as I walked around. Wondering if he would have seen some of the same buildings as a small boy. Before taking the long journey over to the other side of the world, to New Zealand with his family. They came on a ship called Ruapehu, and he never went back again.

Then a bus ride to Liverpool, I arrived at night, so got a taxi to Leeza’s flat. A new friend had connected us and Leeza warmly hosted me. I did a Lemurian healing session for her, and she came along to the group. She told me about Liverpool, as this was my first time visiting the place, with its strong Irish roots.

Lemuria Rising – Liverpool

23 August, 7-9.15pm, at the Gregson Institute, on Garmoyle Road, Wavertree.

I went to Sefton Park next door during the day, river running through it. Grounding there before the group. That evening Leeza and I walked through this park to the venue. A really interesting venue that used to be a Museum. Catherine Odita was the guest for this group, and together with her partner, they manage the venue. She said it was unusual. Usually, the birds make a lot of sound on the roof. However, it was quiet.

Catherine played the Gong and Crystal Bowl, with the sounds emanating through the space. She had put water into the Crystal Bowl, which made a beautiful sound. We all had lots of blankets over us and it was a fun and lovely group. There were eleven of us altogether, where I really felt the Liverpudlian hospitality.

Then after the group, a storm kind of came in with strong winds and rain. Catherine gave us a lift home. She also generously wouldn’t let me give her any money for the hiring the space.

Manchester

24 August – I said goodbye and thank you to Leeza. In the afternoon, I set off on the bus to Manchester. My flight was booked to leave from there. I wanted to host another group because the response had been so good the first time. So this was my second time in Manchester that year.

Arriving at Madeehas house, was the gorgeous smell of spices, she was cooking Indian cuisine. As she was catering for a community event that evening. It was not far away. She invited me along and helped set up. I got to partake in a meal of her delicious curry. Madeeha Mubarak was also going to be playing that evening. She is a wonderful singer. I wanted to stay, but my eyes were drooping, so I went back to her house. A mutual friend had connected us. She lived in Old Trafford at the time.

She wasn’t feeling well when I stayed with her. She had been a bit sick. However, she was still incredibly lovely. I did a Lemurian healing session with her the next day. She played me some of her music, singing with the drum she had just brought. Her singing took me to other spaces, places, in eternal time. She is a star.

Then on the morning of the group. I had a ear suction appointment in central Manchester, (better for flying). I walked to the appointment and back again. The Pride March was forming in town. The atmosphere was electric with freedom to be. There was rainbow regalia, many different vibrant outfits, village people looks, and the black leather wearers. When my ears were wax free. I headed off into the cold air again. Thought about getting a bus and then walked on, stupidly, and tiring myself out a bit.

Lemuria Rising – Manchester

25 August, 3-6pm, St Clements, Chorlton.

Earlier in the year, I asked Kirsty Jackson if she would like to do a dance. The dance was with a Manchester group. She was keen. She brought a friend of hers who is a DJ. He set up the equipment like a pro. Kirsty led us through. It was again at St Clements Church, which is such a wonderful space. It was a large group who met again. We danced in this one under the reflections of the stained-glass window. I brought through the Light Language for the group.

We also went to a Kirtan night at St Clements on the Sunday evening. Which Madeeha and some of her friends were hosting. Some very interesting things seem to be taking shape in Manchester. On my last night I went to her Meditation group she had just started. It was in an old renovated factory with really high ceilings, I was happily heater hogging.

On the 28 August I flew to Girona, leaving very early in the morning. My new friend Madeeha actually got up just after five to say goodbye. Manchester hospitality for you.

This page is dedicated to the memory of Sue Barnes and Leeza Fabrezzy.

Ibiza 2017

Featured

Posted on October 14, 2017 by nicolag33

The Feminine and the Magnetic

Cala Nova

30 September, and two friends, Beth and Darpan dropped me off at Bristol Airport for a 4pm British Airways flight. Arriving in Ibiza airport at 19.15, from there was a bus that took me directly to my destination of Cala Nova. I met a Dutch woman Sabine on the bus journey. And also met a young man from Africa, whom was working long hours at the hospital laundry.

At the Cala Nova stop, Michiel came out of nowhere, he popped up as knew I was coming. He showed me to Camping Cala Nova around the corner. I had booked, so I signed in and left my bag. Heading straight to the beach, close by, where he introduced me to a woman from Israel called Danya. I put my feet in the waters, and then headed back to set up camp.

The next day, I was going to somehow get to the Spirit Festival on another part of the island, Danya and Michiel decided to come too. We walked to the town nearby Es Cana and then got a bus to another town called Santa Euralia. Danya got the notion to visit her friend. Her friend runs a flower shop. This Dutch man was going to the festival, so he gave us a lift. He was a very bold driver. I was in the front seat. I wondered if we would make it in one piece. Upon entering the festival, I saw a Reno hand drum for a good price. I wasn’t expecting to buy a drum, but I felt compelled to buy it. It was good day attending different workshops, and dancing in the evening. It was held in a venue called Atzaro. We all got a ride back to Cala Nova afterwards.

I camped for two weeks there in Ibiza, with a perfect climate for it at that time of year. I would spend the afternoons in my ‘office’ in my tent, online organising the upcoming groups from my phone. The first week I was in Ibiza, I was called to stop and rest. I felt the feminine energy permeating in the island. It was also permeating through me. I needed to go inside, into the interiors of my being. I sat with whatever came up, and I was present with it. The first week was challenging. I wasn’t very social and was quite insular. I went through this process of introspection. It felt like going deeper into the feminine layers.

The second week, I was much more active and social, hosting also the Lemuria Rising group. At the campsite, there are many Spanish people whom live there over the summer, as its cheaper than paying rent. Dayna and Michiel are free camping in the hill beside the beach. I wondered if I should too. However, I have this gut feeling that I am to stay at the camp ground. I felt guided to stay put there, and that I am to meet a new contact.

Sure enough, up pops this Dutch woman, whom rolls in and setting up camp not far from me. We seem to have an instant understanding. I let her know about the upcoming Lemuria Rising group. She says ‘I’m coming’. She also says she speaks light language. Sandra de Vos shows up. She invites me to join her in an early morning trip to Es Vedrà. This is a place I didn’t even know about, she had spent a lot of time there. she tells me its a powerful spot.

Es Vedrà

9 Oct, the morning is arranged and waking early, Sandra shines her torch into my tent for me. And we go. We were there all morning. We had the place to ourselves. We watched Es Vedrà without sun, and then as the sun hit the rocks. We meditated and talked and Sandra did some healing for me, with playing her new medicine drum. Yes it is a powerful spot, Es Vedrà.

The Island of Es Vedrà sits gracefully on the southwest coast of Ibiza. Some claim it is the most magnetic place on earth. Others assert it is the third most magnetic, just behind the North Pole and the Bermuda Triangle.

Some people say that Es Vedrà Island lacks metal accumulation. But this nature reserve attracts many to view its charm, magic, myths, and legendary allure. Sitting in the middle of the Mediterranean sea, it is said to disrupt compasses.

‘Legend matches the idea that the islet of Es Vedrà is one of the three vertices of the Triangle of Silence. To summarize, this is the Spanish version of the world-famous Bermuda Triangle. In which the excessive levels of magnetism have caused navigation problems and interference to the crews that sail those seas’. (floatyourboatibiza)

We filmed a short video, where I am describing the Lemuria Rising groups, with the backdrop. It was all very spur of the moment, and done in one take, with Sandra filming.

I realised long after leaving, that I had accidentally left a gift. In that I had left my Lemurian Seed crystal there, this I had carried with me since 2015. Michiel had given it to me. I guess it wanted to stay and its a new owner.

Lemuria Rising – Ibiza

10 October, 5-7pm at Casa Ibango, San Rafael.

Sandra drove us in her car. We got there a bit earlier. Sandra helped me sweep and clean up the space ready for the group. Sandra brought her drum and played too, Rachael and Aktara also came to the group. Trace and Sylvia play the hang drum, and they played some during the group too. Trace and Sylvia Harris own and run Casa Ibango. It was also an old music school. I had been in contact with them when I was looking for a venue in Ibiza. They refused my payment and were happy to host.

A small group of women were there for the Ibiza group. Holding with the feminine energy of the island. We all had a go on a few drums afterwards.

The group was held before the weekly drumming session and vegetarian meal. We stayed for a short while after. Trace is a Percussionist and was a Promoter for the Ministry of Sound. He started Ibango Drum Circle, providing the space for drummers to fall in synch with each other. He says, “I prefer more gentle rhythms that are slower and with soul; it’s much more technical. And that’s what the Ibango drum circle is all about – the rhythmic beat, not just power… a team playing together.”

I gifted Sandra a Lemurian healing one morning on the beach to say thankyou for the Es Vedrà trip. And then she was moving into her new rental house, as a chain of events had led her to find the place of her dreams in Ibiza

Sandra de Vos texted me. She said that whilst meditating, a message had come through. She was to offer me a healing. She then came to pick me up at Cala Nova, which is a forty minute drive! Her new gorgeous house was further north on the island. The healing was very powerful and it was 2 or 3 hours long. After the healing she gave me a crystal that she said was a Lemurian seed crystal. Of course I was in deep appreciation.

Home

Sandra de Vos – website

I walked over to the Hippy Markets one day. Sabine sent me a text on my last night in town. She wanted to see what I was doing. She came over and met us for dinner. Michiel and Danya joined us with another Dutch woman called Ellen. Seems there a lot of Dutch people on the island of Ibiza. Sabine I had met on the airport bus, and she fills us in with all her escapades. Later Danya, Sabine and I walked back to Cala Nova beach. We danced and sung random cheesy songs at the top of our lungs. We exhausted ourselves, and said goodbyes.

Last day on Ibiza with Danya, Michiel and Ellen

Maybe the rock there is heightened with a charge. Be careful what you want to to tap into on this powerful island. As it might come back to you twofold.

14 October, packed up camp, and caught the bus from Cala Nova to the airport. For a 11.30 am Ryanair flight to London Stanstead.

Aoraki 2017

Featured

Posted on February 24, 2017 by nicolag33

20 February, this was my first visit to the Sacred mountain of Aoraki (Mt Cook). I was blessed with clear views. Spending four nights camping there at the Doc campground. I hadn’t showered, but who’s counting, I bathed in the mountain vibes.

First views as you approach, with beautiful Lake Tekapo

It was a small bit of a mission, wheeling my trolley bag from the information centre to the camp ground. But maybe I was supposed to walk overland. I had got close because a young couple had given me a lift there. However, they weren’t going any further. We stopped on the way to take pictures of Aoraki on a clear day. It took our breathe away really. There it was.

In this post you will probably find there are far too many photos of the Mountain. However, editing is difficult with so much beauty. Aoraki sits closest to the heavens, as the tallest mountain in New Zealand, at 3,724 metres.

21/02

I would walk the track to the Hermitage Hotel every day. This was for my main meal of the day, which was a plate of roasted potatoes/kumaras. I ate in luxury with a view of the mountain. As the Hotel has large glass windows, so the mountain sits with you as you eat.

22/02. An evening walk to a viewing platform, with waters close to camp, and the sun setting on the mountain. It was the Kea Point Track, which is a one hour return walk.

Aoraki, and the brothers of Ka Tiritiri o te Moana

The sons of Ranginui, the Sky Father, were Aoraki and his three brothers. They became stranded on a reef. As they were on a voyage down from the heavens to visit Papatuanuku, the Earth Mother.…

Aoraki is considered by Ngāi Tahu, as a very sacred and significant mountain. The South Island Māori of Ngāi Tahu, carry the legend of Aoraki. Above is the start of the legend, to go deeper, go here.

23 Feb, on this day, went on the Hooker Valley Track walk and took my time. Along the way bumped into Sonia, whom had also been at Resonance Festival.

Sir Edmund Hillary, ascended Mt. Cook in 1948. This was quite a difficult climb in itself. It would have surely well prepared a mountain climber for Everest stakes.

The Hooker Valley Track walk, is a beautiful three hour round trip from the camp. With three swing bridges along the way, board walks and gravel pathways. If Sir Ed was walking with me, he surely would have had enough and gone on ahead. As I took my time. The third swing bridge leads to the source of the Hooker River. With the track ending at the glacier lake, it is a beautiful spot to spend some time. Put your feet in that pure icy water, wash your face and cleanse from everything. With outstanding views of Aoraki, the Hooker Glacier and Kā Tiritiri o te Moana (the Southern Alps). Returning on the same tracks and swing bridges back again to camp.

Camping at Aoraki

Camping at White Horse Hill campsite is a Doc site. It has a kitchen all set up there. That was great.

There is a beautiful channel by Lee Carroll (Kryon) recorded at Aoraki. It was recorded on the 21st of October 2016, if you would like to listen here. Kryon mentions that this mountain is very important as one of the twelve nodes of the earth.

And a last evening walk near the mountain, for the sun setting. My time in Aoraki, was to just be, to celebrate with the mountain. Somehow rejuvenated after my time there, from soaking in its vibrations somehow. The next day, 24 February, I was away, bussing down to Wanaka way for a shower.

Maui 2013

Posted on December 6, 2013 by nicolag33

28 November, flew from Portland, touching down in San Fran, arriving at 6 pm with United Airlines. Hawaii felt very familiar, waiting outside the airport even though it was my first time there. It felt like I had landed in New Zealand in a way. I was happy to feel this. The friendliness of the locals was heartwarming. ‘Aloha’ was sung out everywhere you needed it. I caught an airport bus to Paia. And then came Emily Button, whom picked me up in her red pick up truck. We recognized each other in a way, even though we had never met, we had a mutual contact. I stayed the night in her cool converted garage where she was renting.

I was going through lots of emotions and talking to Emily really helped. As I was worried about Yosuke, a young Japanese traveler that I had met in Portland. He had gone to climb Mount St Helens, it seems his heart had called him there. But there had been no sign of him returning from the mountain climb. I was sending emails and making calls. To insure that on the ground there it was known. No other climbers had seen him, and he had not come back to pick up his stuff. The sheriff there was evidently well aware of the situation.

The next day, I got a ride with her neighbor. He was on his way to another part of the island. He likes to go and hang out near the whale pods there. He dropped me off to where I get a bus to Banana Bungalow Hostel in Wailuku. I had booked in to stay there as they do free van tours everyday around the island. The next day the trip was to go to Haleakala Crater, this was why I had come to Maui.

Haleakala

The next morning we left at 8.30 am and arrived back twelves hours later. The magic began, a twelve mile hike through the largest dormant volcano in the world. The landscape is vast, like you are on another planet. It is 30 degrees cooler at the summit than at sea level. An array of climate zones are passed through and the colours changed along the walk, a long walk! It was quite difficult really. Some sped on ahead. Meanwhile, some of us lagged behind, wondering if we would ever get there. Haleakala, at just over 10,000 feet high, is above the clouds.

According to Robert Coon, this is the fire element of the earth. Truth be known, it was quite grueling walking this hike, as was weary after all the traveling. But afterwards, all I can say is that I felt a new energy come into me. It was like a missing element, that had now been put it into me. I felt exhausted but renewed and invigorated. A bit like fire has the power to transmute. It felt like I had been through a process of transmutation. On the way round, I was not called to do much energetically. Just to walk it I guess.

Haleakala 4 — Ahinahina (Silversword Cactus)

Ahinahina – Amazing cactus plants along the way. According to the internet, it seems it is the rarest plant known to the world. In that it only grows at Haleakala, on Hawaii’s inaccessible volcanic slopes. It is also called the Silversword Cactus, and in Hawaiian it is the Ahinahina.

Makena Big and Little Beach

The next day, we took a break from all the walking. The day tour van went to Makena Big and Little Beach. On Southwest Maui, here we are looking out over Big Beach, a large, white sand beach. Little Beach is hidden on the other side of a lava outcropping. Every Sunday at sun down there is a gathering on the beach with drumming. This beach jam is at the naturist beach, so there was a bit of dangling and jangling dancing. Most of the van goers, where shy and watched and danced from the fringes. Myself included, but a few joined the jangling.

Iao Valley

The next day outing comprised the Iao Valley Rain-forest Hike. We stopped at Kepaniwai Cultural Park and swam in the sacred Iao Valley Stream. I enjoyed my swim in the water there, and found this place to be truly magical. This was a much shorter hike. And the LL was happy to be heard on certain spots here.

Hana

The next day it was ‘Road to Hana’, we left at 8 am for this extraordinary tour. Along the coast cliffside with miles of beautiful views. Together with narrow winding jungle driving and crossing over 40 one-lane bridges, with waterfalls at every turn. We stopped at Wainapanapa State Park’s legendary caves. There is a waterhole there, and it was amazing. The water looked very blue. We also visited a black sand beach.

Just past Hana, we stopped at Ohe’o, also called the Seven Sacred Sister Pools. Which is a valley cut deeply over countless millennia by a rain forest stream. Running along its course are cascading waterfalls and plunge pools. Emptying later into the deep-blue Hawaiian ocean along the rugged Kipahulu coastline. We were back at the hostel at about 8 that night. We were lucky, as you are not always able to swim in these pools.

Snorkelling at Makena

The next day tour in the van was to Makena, on the way we stopped and rented snorkels and flippers. We went snorkeling at a lovely beach by the Maui Prince hotel in Makena. Something I had never seen, I got to see a turtle swimming close underwater, as the water was quite clear. And fellow hostel dweller, Adam, I saw him snap this photo with his underwater camera. The turtles there seemed tame for some reason and this one was quite happy hanging out near us. I guess they are used to the snorkelers about there. We weren’t swimming very far out. Awesome fish to look at too, some of them looked like the fish from the movie ‘Finding Nemo’.

hawaii turtle.jpeg — Adams pic of the turtle.

Then we were driven to Kihei on the way back for the sunset that evening. Hawaii was kind to me, as I sat on the palm tree froing beach. Dotted with people sitting on the beach to watch the sun sink. Then it was back to meet the others at the van and back to the Hostel.

Lahaina

The next day van trip was a short trip to Lahaina, I was quite taken by the Banyan Tree. For some reason I didn’t make it very far into town. Felt called to spend most of my time near the mighty Banyan.

Met up with Emily B for lunch, she picked me up at the hostel. We went to Wholefoods. She took me back to Iao Valley again because I loved this place. We went on a short walk. It was nice to connect.

Paia

Then I went to stay with Natasha B, also a connection from a mutual friend. She picked me up from the hostel at 4 pm, as she worked at a school close by. She was working the next day, I enjoyed resting, and quietly sitting on the beach. And very much enjoyed visiting the art galleries, especially an exhibition by Michael Kessler at Paia Contemporary Gallery. I also brought a lovely hand made moonstone necklace from a local jeweler, a gift for my mother. There had been no change in the circumstances with Yosuke.

6 December. It was out for dinner on my last night in Hawaii with the two new friends, Natasha and Emily. We went to a place called Fresh Mint Vietnamese Restaurant. It was nearly the end of a big journey, and Natasha kindly dropped me at the airport.

I somehow missed the plane! The flight was at 9.45 pm, for San Diego, and it took longer than I thought to get through. The man at the desk, said ‘we called your name out, where were you?’. Then heard my obvious distress as I loudly bolted out ‘I have to be on that plane’. As a normally a cool, calm, collected and on time traveler. I saw the cleaner look up from duties to see what all the commotion was! It must have been my worried, probably high-pitched voice. I was anxious because I had a flight booked. It was from San Diego to New Zealand the very next day.

As miracles would have it, he got me on another flight to San Diego. This time, it went via San Fran instead of LA. That got me there at about the same time! My bag went to LA. I went to San Fran. We reunited in San Diego on Dec 7th. Arriving in the morning at 9.40 am, spirit wanted to redirect me it seems.

With Ease

The road more or less travelled.

Tag Archives: Lemuria Rising

Girona and Montserrat 2018

Featured

Manchester and Liverpool 2018

Ibiza 2017

Featured

Aoraki 2017

Featured

Maui 2013