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Tuesday, August 21st, 2012

On Saturday morning we were not yet ready to leave. The TO DO list was of marathonic proportions.
Now there is only one thing that really really has to be done – pay the US for the privilege of being on a plane that touches down on its soil. Even if you don’t leave the airport, it will cost you US$14 to land. The good thing is we are thinking we might make it really worth our while and get out of the airport. Even though we have had our flight times for months, it was only last night that we went online to work out how much time it will take to get from here to there and how much time we’ll be waiting anywhere. And it appears we’ll have quite some time in LA.
If all goes according to plan, our flight up to Paris takes only 34 hours. We’ll arrive at 9 in the morning, and even though everyone will be feeling like it’s midnight the day after missing a night’s sleep, we’ll encourage them to stay up and come to the local Carrefour to find a petit brie. On the other trip we were enamoured with the enormous rounds of brie that cost only 5 euros and we’re looking forward to the next one. We are also a little nervous about it all as we have other memories of Carrefour supermarkets. One memory is good – we walked out of Carrefour in Calais and discovered an aeronautical acrobatic display overhead to celebrate 100 years since Bleriot had crossed the channel. But other memories predominate. After driving round and round and round following CARREFOUR signs that led nowhere on many many many occasions, we are left with a still-lingering feeling of desperation that we will never find the supermarket. Many times we didn’t, despite the signage that declared one was near. This time I’ve already seen it on googlemaps, I’ve already looked at the streetview. I’ve printed out the directions of how to get to it from our hotel (which funnily enough are incorrect!) Surely it will be there. We’ll find out. We’ll buy French food. Then we’ll take the metro to Montmartre and hopefully keep everyone awake with the awe of being where Picasso and van Gogh and Dali all hung out until we feel like the sun should be rising (as it will be in NZ), but in reality it will be setting in Paris.
If that goes according to plan, we’ll have a little more faith that the return trip might not be the horror story it could turn into.
When we wake up on our final morning in England, we will know that it will be eighty hours before we settle into a bed again! Writing that now, it seems so silly. Crazy even. But lots of adventure will happen in those eighty hours. We’ll deliver a canalboat back to the wharf, we’ll take a train to London, we’ll have a last day seeing last-minute things there including taking in evensong at Westminster Abbey, we’ll take an overnight bus back to Paris, we’ll fly 12 hours to Los Angeles……and yay, when it’s midnight the day after the night on the bus (according to our body clocks) we’ll touch down on American soil. Only it won’t actually be midnight – it’ll be early afternoon local time and so we’ll hop on a bus or a train or something and do something. Coz we’ll have nine and a half hours to do it in, and we don’t really want to just sit in the airport. Not when it’s cost $140! Most of the kids think we should go to the beach. A couple are voting for Hollywood. We’ll see when we get there. Then we’ll fly another nine hours to Tahiti, wait another nine hours and then there’ll be a final flight to get us home.

And we’re nearly ready for it. Rob still has to go to work every day and I need to finish knitting one mitten. But apart from that and eating up the rest of the food in the freezer and washing the sheets one last time and having haircuts, we’re ready. The tickets are all booked, walking tour directions printed out, chicken carers organised, backpacks filled, sandals worn in, cheapest accommodation found, museum opening times recorded, commitments cancelled, euros purchased, journals chosen, camera batteries charged……..yes, there’s just that payment to be made to America, and we could go.

when others think you shouldn’t

Wednesday, July 25th, 2012

Someone out there thinks we are being irresponsible parents forcing our kids to go on a big walk.

We’ve only heard this second-hand……if we had been told directly we would not have defended our position. We would have thanked them for their concern. While we would have acknowledged that this kind of trip is certainly not for everyone, we would possibly have been able to make the Concerned People feel a little more comfortable by showing them that the children are under no duress. In fact, when we mentioned the disapproval to the children they were the first to cry out, “You’re not forcing us to, we want to do it”!! Of course it is true to say that the youngest members do not have any choice about staying home. But they did enter the discussion about what trip we should do. (And you know what? I’m of the opinion that ANY proposal presented with enthusiasm on the part of the adults is likely to be embraced with excitement by the short members of the family – at least, this has been our experience.) In this instance, the older children were offered the option to remain behind, but they elected to join us.
Now if the critics could spend a little time with us, they would see that our whole family is quite accustomed to walking. We do a lot of it, and what’s more, we enjoy it (except for the eldest son, but even he agreed to come and did not vote against doing the Camino).
At the weekend we donned packs and headed for the hills. According to the website information we had, it was meant to be a 206m hill; it turned out to be nearer to 500m of climbing UP UP UP…..and the same down again. When the website writers noted “steep and slippery after a few days of rain” they could legitimately have added “or even on sunny days in winter”.

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We trudged and slipped and slid up and down, taking Grandpa (in his own words) “to the end of my physical capacity”.

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What was supposed to be a two hour jaunt, allowing us to get home in time for lunch, turned into a bit of an epic marathon – the last stragglers did not emerge from the bush until after 2pm, and the lunch was still sitting at home in the pantry!

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The good thing is, we know that the biggest climb we’ll be doing on our trip is 600m. That’s not much further than Saturday’s climb AND it’s spread out over a longer distance so will not be as steep AND we will not be in a hurry to get home to do chores around the house AND there will be noone coming for dinner. We also know that if for some reason we are unable to procure a meal when we expect to, we’re all able to walk on and on and on….even on empty stomachs (although, naturally, we will do our best to be prepared).
Everyone was able to walk on Sunday, and so any lingering fears that maybe we might not manage to tackle this dream were allayed. Even the critics might have been silenced, had they chanced to see us staggering down the last hill with smiles on our faces and the kids repeatedly insisting “This is such fun”! But you know what? We understand that not everyone understands us and we’re OK with that.

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the view was worth it!

PS
What is written above is the truth, BUT it is not the whole truth. The whole truth would contain the story of the walk from a week earlier. It was a simple jaunt around our local suburbs, not overly far (under 10km) and not at all demanding in terms of terrain (being limited to footpaths) and about as flat as it is possible to get when you live in the foothills (total ascent of only about 100m).
At one point the youngest three decided they did not really want to go much further, and in particular did not want to climb the (very very small) hill before us, a climb they have made on numerous occasions, I might add. The two smallest grizzled, complained, moaned, whinged, wished aloud that we could have a break at the bottom of the hill instead of the top. And when we got to the top the very smallest one refused to sit down and rest. Upon completing the break, the youngest male decided that he could not walk properly due to a dreadful and sudden ankle injury….and so while everyone else went on, I waited with him until he felt able to continue. It took closer to ten minutes than five for his recovery to take effect. Unfortunately, whilst his physical recovery was complete, the Attitude-with-a-Capital-A lingered somewhat longer.
It is not always sunshine and roses when you embark on activites with children, but neither does that mean we should sit at home all the time. Growth comes for all through hardships – the kids learn to get on with it and the parents have an opportunity to practise patience!

“If I die in the next month…..

Thursday, July 19th, 2012
....you're all to still go and do that walk!" declared FatherBear when he came home from work tonight. Did he have a close shave on the bike? Don't know - best not to ask! Regardless, methinks he is starting to get an ... [Continue reading this entry]

winter wander

Saturday, June 16th, 2012
Five years ago we headed out to Karekare, our favourite black sand wild west coast beach, on a windy day in the middle of winter. We took the photo that has since been our trademark... at the  ... <a href=[Continue reading this entry]

Another new pilgrimage: 2012

Wednesday, June 6th, 2012
It won't be fifteen months like the last one. It won't even be fifteen weeks; it'll be about half that. But it will contain a pilgrimage....of sorts. The first plan was to walk the Camino Frances from St Jean Pied-du-Port in France to ... [Continue reading this entry]