I want to be a part of it

As far as I can say, Wellington will always be the world wide capital of the wind and its hurricanes!

Wellington...

Still there for a few days, before leaving again. But this time the feelings are differents, as I know there will be no coming back. A few days ago for instance, I was working in Monsoon Poon (restaurant where I used to work back in september, and where I do some shifts from times to times) and by the end of the evening, when all the waiters were off, we all stayed for drinks, partying around. It's funny, it was just a simple moment of life, chatting all together, but even if I had a good time I suddenly felt that I was witnessing it as a foreigner more than being a part of it. Damn, I really feel that my NZ experience is ending and I hate this feeling!

Another fact that makes me see the end is my recent trips to the airport. Two weeks ago I've been to the airport with a japanese friend, Mari. I first met her in Tauranga in June 06, we've been to the All Blacks game together and kept contact through Michael. She was in Wellington for her last kiwi days and I drove her to the airport. Few days ago I had a text from Karina, Danish girl I met in Clive, in April 06 and with whom I stayed in contact from times to times. She was in Wellington just for her last day in NZ, and she will arrive in Copenhagen in the hours to come. We went for a coffee on the waterfront, and again, it was really cool to catch up with her and to share each others adventures. But again, such a strange feeling to see her leaving. Sometimes I get a text from a friend, saying something like "Hey, I'm at the airport leaving NZ, was awesome to meet you, have fun in your next adventures as it is now over for me". And each time you think about your own time here and the days that you have left... All the people I know from my first months here are now gone or will stay in NZ with another visa. I'm almost the last one. I hate it.

What else? Well, it is also time to realise that I have to leave my true NZ love behind me. The day I will leave her is going to be hard, and I want to make sure she'll stay in good hands. My dear Honda, we shared so many moments together! more than 23 000 kms on the NZ roads baby! I'll have so many things to say to the guy I'll sell it to, how to take care of it, not to do this or that, how to be smooth with it, how to... everything. Fuck I love this car. Best car in NZ, mates!

Appart from that, well, still enjoying my time of course, seeing friends and meeting people everyday. Having fun, partying, drinking coffees and booze, chilling around and again a little bit of all this.
J'etais hier au match des Hurricanes, je suis meme entre gratos apres avoir chatte la vendeuse de billets. Quelques rires, une larme ou deux, 2 clein d'oeil, un mouchoir, une danse du ventre et un numero de claquette plus loin, ainsi qu'une palette d'emotion a faire palir l'actor's studio, j'entrais par la grande porte. Sweet!

and to end this message right, a few words from Goethe : Nothing is worth more than this day!