Things slowed down a lot when I stepped off the plane into Aotearoa. So much so that I forgot to write. My time was divided between pining for the plenitude of cheap chinese food, staring at sheep, and watching water slosh around in that old sea. Actually though I achieved one of my notable goals for the year; performing my music for a small audience. Four gigs. At the Humble Villager, a local politician smiled after taking a prompt selfie and left. At the Edmund Hillary retirement village the old folks were appreciative.