My plan was to drive to the Abel Tasman National Park for a two day kayaking/hiking trip in the park then to over to Kaikoura to swim with the dolphins on the penultimate day of the trip. Unfortunately, I somehow managed to get a dose of food poisoning/stomach flu on the way north and it whacked me up till the very end of the trip.
No kayaking. No swimming with dolphins. Very little solid food. Not exactly the idea end of the trip, but I had been healthy for the rest of the 3 months so I can’t complain too much.
My 10 hour flight home was uneventful. I read most of a book, watched 2 movies and had my last mediocre airline food. I made it through passport control and customs and was standing on the curb waiting for the Hertz bus in less than 20 minutes (possibly an Olympic Record). After a coffee break in Manhattan Beach, the drive home was a slap in the face of normalcy and then melancholy; the latter a direct result of the former. I dread the fact that in a few short weeks my three month adventure will start to be a fading memory supplanted by house cleaning and trips to Costco for detergent and beer.
The phone rang at 8:30 on my third morning home and I was jolted awake by a hyper-enthusiastic head hunter calling about a job in San Diego. Blah. Fantastic opportunity. Blah. Fun. Blah. I gave her the party line about being very interested and then hung up and went back to sleep.