Trip Start Sep 09, 2004
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Marco left us yesterday afternoon, following a lunch 'finale' at the local chinese. It ear-marked the end of our trip and concluded some highly memorable times. He left soon after for the long steady jaunt back to LA.
Andris and I checked in to the Green Tortoise around 5pm and he crashed out immediately. He didn't surface again until 9am this morning. I spent the night catching up on the net briefly and coming down from this big old American experience with a cold beer and a re-run of the memories, my way of sleeping it off.
Considering what we've packed in to these five days, or even nine days for that matter, it seems like we've been on the road for so much longer. For two or more strangers to meet up and share a trip like this - the majority of which has been entirely random - covering some 2,200 miles across 7 cities and 2 states (and 2 countries) is pretty rewarding, I can say that much. Especially when the participants come out the other side laced with another experience unlikely to be forgotten, a knowing grin and an appreciation far deeper than what would appear on the surface to most. I can only hope that future trips are as rewarding.
While Andris is so much younger than Marco and me, he's got a good outlook and an interesting future ahead of him running for council and making it big. Either that or he'll end up throwing it all in to rip up the highways on his R1. What you can do when you have so many years to play with. And Marco will do just fine. He's got a good game plan for himself and in a pretty good position right now in many ways.
Which leaves me, the man without a plan, who's just as happy to be sitting here on a natural high once again revelling in another great experience before the next one explodes around the corner. Where and when that will be is anyone's guess.
From where I'm sitting I can just make out the electronic screen in the distance. My flight will be boarding any time now. Funny how it all works. New Zealand is almost thirteen hours away, yet it'll take almost two days to get there.
I know nothing of what will come of the next six weeks, which makes it all the more exciting. What I do know is that I'll be picking up a campervan and an eager Chicken, and hitting the road once more with an old tattered map and a tank of petrol. Sounds dangerously like a plan..
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