Tag Archives: 2004

Travelogue 19: ‘finnland, or the surrealities of travel 24.02.04’


Eight years ago today I sent the last in a series of diary emails home, missives which I’ve since been reposting on this blog. I hadn’t intended for this to be the final one, but it took on a life of its own after it had been sent, so perhaps it was best to end on a high. The focus is a day spent in Te Awamutu, NZ, which is here on Google Maps. It is the home town of Neil and Tim Finn, who provided much of the soundtrack to my upbringing through Crowded House and other projects. The day turned surreal pretty quickly and just wouldn’t let up.

One of the people receiving the email happened to be deputy editor of the New Zealand Listener (a cross between Radio Times and The Economist) who had me rework it for publication. That’s right, in New Zealand I’m a journalist – the article’s on their site here: Meanz to an Enz.

Posting my travelogues from 2002-2004 on this site has been a wonderful way to relive two years of travel, work, fun and adventure. This was a world without much in the way of social media, digital cameras were not de rigueur for backpackers and I had decided to stop using capital letters. Fortunately times change, Neil Finn is now @neilmullanefinn… but history never repeats.

finnland, or the surrealities of travel… by davidjarman

A short post script:
Image: ‘Taupiri’, hosted on Flickr by Alex Indigo.

Travelogue 18: ‘morning after feeling 15.01.04’

Part two of my New Zealand tales, back on schedule as this was originally sent eight years ago today. Some poetic meanderings about the brilliant wonderfulness of the flora, geology and water cycle are followed by a quick summary of Christmas when you have no one to open presents with. (I managed to forget that I was carrying a Christmas card. Fortunately I remembered on Boxing Day morning… and it was still Christmas back home when I called mum: situation recovered.) Christmas dinner that day was an extra kiwi fruit that went down very well.
The second page is mostly about a trip up the west coast of the South Island. Great for me to read back as I’d forgotten many of the incidents – it’s a spectacular part of the world.
…and with this travelogue posted there is just one to come, in late February. The final line gives a clue to its focus.

morning after feeling by davidjarman