This morning as I was cooking the bowl of oatmeal, yet agan, a man washing his dishes noticed and said, “Oh! You’re having porridge! Good day for it”. Every day is a good day for porridge in my world. The last of the maple syrup spilled yesterday, sadly.
My life has become all about the organization of my things in plastic bags. I am finally getting the hang of bringing what I need when I need it. There is a lot of ferrying things back and forth from the car – where everything is kept secure in the boot. When I texted Gavin a few days back and ended with, time for food! He responded that I should have a “boot luck”.
I could (and am at the moment) live in board shorts. Made from a soft, quick-drying lightweight material they are SO comfortable. I realized yesterday they are basically Jams. Remember Jams? In elementary school I had so many pairs, that was all I wore. My Mom would buy material and sew ones for me. Maybe I have begun another Jams phase…
Why doesn’t America have more hostels and a better low-budget travelling system? Europe and New Zealand and I suspect other parts of the world are so good with hostels and campsites. For around $5-10 you can pitch a tent and then make use of a communal kitchen stocked with plates and pots and pans, clean showers and bathrooms. The only reason I could think of was that a focus on a capitalist marketplace didn’t make room for ideas about shared space and living. And accomodations that aren’t focused solely on profit. It’s just a different mindset I think. It would probably be much more difficult and lonely to travel across the U.S. the way I am traveling in New Zealand now. Not as many opportunities to meet people over self-made breakfast or the internet lounge.
Last night’s sleep was way better with the extra pad! I must find one similar to carry with me. I really love being in my tent. It’s big enough that I don’t feel claustrophobic. I can hear the wind, ocean, birds and the breeze. If it rains, I wake up, but I don’t mind. The tent protects me from insects, that people in the cabins have to deal with. I especially like having a little space to myself to sleep. No other people shuffling around or trying to figure out if we should ignore each other or make friends. I feel totally at ease and relaxed when I am in there.