Be prepared they say. One phone, one wallet, one blanket, one jacket, one book, one bible, one pen, one sunscreen pot, one box of biscuits, one discman, 4 CDs and a desire to escape. Wondering was the goal, destination unclear.
Around the bay I marched with Elliott singing softly. At times little was keeping me from swimming but my resolute defiance against the wind. But this battle was working up a thirst. At Packer's I loaded up the stead with bunja mix, orange juice, luncheon, bread, hummus and of course mushrooms.
Fully stocked I walked past the airport to a nice little pebble beach. I found a sheltered spot against the bank, spread the blanket and smeared my exposed skin with a reflective coat. I soaked in the suns glorious rays, praising its creator. After more petitions and thanks. I read some timely wisdom from James. Out comes the book to note down my thoughts on work and church.
The walking call is strong. I gird my loins, pack my picnic and begin to the journey. I felt compelled to walk the peninsula, not thinking through the effort this would take. But the sun was still shining and the wind dropping so I was happy. Soon I came to the notorious Breakers Bay. No moon was in view, so I ducked down for my dins. I found a log upon which to rest. Hummus and bread was supplemented with a little luncheon.
The sun was fast sinking, as the cool breeze rose. Enough rest, time to climb in the yonder distance. I strolled into Seatoun for the first time. It is a quaint little suburb, reminiscent of such beach towns as Riversdale or Castlepoint. I found the a relief station before continuing on around the bays. I was captivated by all the expensive houses and interesting people they housed. Some were reading, some watching tv, whilst others were eating. Beautiful houses and run down houses sat side by side, sheltering European cars. I shan't ever live here.
Around more bays passing brave fishermen, I wend my way verbally contemplating life's direction. The odd car passes with bizarre stares. Darkness settles in for the evening, as I finally come around the bend to see Evan's Bay before me. My feet begin to hurt. First I thought the irritation was caused the by the coarse sand hitching a ride in my shoes after my breaking onto the beach. After several shoe/sock shake operations, I deemed the sole sensations to be caused by blisters. Soon I passed through the Defence Base being obedient to the signs "Please keep moving."
I had finally completed my first peninsula circuit but the journey was not over. I retraced my steps, finding my original stick still on the path with half its height. He provided me with entertainment for the rest of the walk. Coming around the final corner to see Oriental Bay brought a great sigh. Soon I could rest my wary legs. Whom would I meet at the bottom of Grass St, none but Aaron and Matt walking home from substance. Twas the day to walk. After 8 hrs I was finally home. Next time I shall bike.
