“In search of that fickle golden light. That metaphysical Eldorado. That place up there on the coast where the world begins anew each and every day. On the trail from Wellington to Te Tairawhiti, the East Cape or of the North Island on another carelessly planned misadventure.”
The passing of a loved one requires a personal pilgrimage. A send off to a life well lived.
To journey back to my own tūrangawaewae, back to the place of my childhood, family and friends. I left Wellington light and alone at dawn On September 19 to travel the backroads of memory to Hawkes Bay and rugged places beyond. A roadie and a tribute to a life well lived and to cut the tender bonds to a place in my heart.
To travel back to where the world began.
This was another Clueless adventure: ‘Letting other choose the trail, while I told the tale’.