7679 Miles From Home

It's quite funny to feel lonely just seven thousand miles from home when we all live on a minuscule ball of dirt, fire and gas, with no glimpse of where our universe ends (or begins). It puts into perspective how meaningless our lives truly are but makes important the living of them to the fullest, whilist in harmony with our fellow man. I have a smile on my face 98.6% of the time I'm here but lack that extra grin because I haven't been able to share this experience with anyone yet. It is quite something here. Big mountain ranges with passes eclipsing thousands of meters above the valley floor with steep, winding switchbacks that make even the most powerful 4x4's lurch on occassion. Haven't skiied yet but played a game of hockey in QT yesterday! The ice was shotty at best but I wasn't expecting NHL caliber ice down here anyway, nor should I. The rink is much smaller than normal rinks and tiny compared to international ice but the gals and guys playing were quick and danced circles on occasion. Had a blast and then survived my first night drive on the left side up from QT over the Crown Range Pass. A few Rabbits tried committing suicide but I did not oblige to their request to die by wheel or bumper. On a high note I bought a Subaru Lancaster today and it was a steal although the navigation system and stero are in Japanese, haha! Mellow night tonight then The Pub Olympics tomorrow evening where Lance is announcing and Wednesday back to the rink in QT for my first actual game. Until next time, cheers from 17 hours ahead...leave you with a pic of the sun setting in Queenstown yesterday.