This is the hill right outside our driveway. Its my early morning nemesis because I’m trying to avoid dying an early lazy-writer’s death – by going for an energizing walk every day. I walk to the top and then feel like puking. I walk down and up the next hill, then feel like puking. Perhaps “energizing” isnt the right word for it?
Then I have a breakfast you certainly wouldnt eat in New Zealand.
Chilled esi (otherwise known as papaya) with a squeeze of lime. Its delicious. And unlike the energizing walk, it DOESNT make me feel like throwing up.
I dont have a desk to write at yet so the next best place is my bed. Under the fan on full blast and with a cautious eye out for centipedes and rogue pili (geckos).
Samoa. Its a blessing to be home again.