One expects that a new year will come with a bang but it never really does. The clock quietly strikes twelve like always and starts ticking another round. However, we get all excited and do a countdown, sometimes even light up the skies with fireworks, get all excited. Yet first January always brings some amount of cheer and everything starts to look fresh and new again.
So, with the holiday spirit, I had the new year lift my spirits as well. The routine and the living by the clock of the whole of last year got kind of forgotten as the new year wishes started to pour in and New Zealand helped as always. The star-lit skies, the rambling green farmlands polka-dotted with the white sheep, the walls of pine fences, the entire roads to yourself, the nippy summer breeze, the quaint and interesting cafes, the deep blue waters of the Wakatipu lake, the heritage walks, the scenic Catlins, the southern most tip of land, the bored pig, cattle and the llamas in the midst of the Lavender farm, the crazy, confusing maze of the Puzzling World, the unusual flavors of the Patagonia ice creams, the lazy gazing with the sea gulls, the mystical world of wines – I was in a complete holiday hibernation!
But all good things have to end or they needn’t? I guess not, they give way to something different – better or worse only time tells. Thus I got shaken out of my holiday hibernation with a long flight from Christchurch to Singapore and the melancholy set in along with a desire to get back to the chaos of my routine and our traffic and our people and our attitudes, all of which within regular intervals wants me to fade away into oblivion, far away from all the maddening crowds.
Wakatipu Lake’s pristine blue waters removes the blues instantly!