In its essence I've always had time for the commute;I love the daily transition from life to another.
Flying out of London and over the Alps every week
was beautiful but by 2005 my lifelong love affair with
with airports was over.
Now I catch a ferry, crossing the Hokianga Harbour
every morning and hopping off in downtown Rawene.
Last summer, someone undid the ferry moorings
over night. Luckily the tide was incoming and the
ferry drifted upstream instead of out into the wild
Tasman sea. That next morning, there she was
lodged amongst the mangroves looking like a scene
out of Fitzcarraldo. Enterprising locals offered to
get us across and the harbour was alive with boats
whizzing across it like mosquitoes.
These two gentlemen were on last nights' ferry :
Mr Elegant due south on his way to a ball and
Mr Casual due north on his way back home.
