Then I walked from a very excellent campground full of a dozen unique and appealing camper vans, to this place called Swimmer’s Beach at Lake Mahinapuo.
There was a cute-as-pie young couple here from Sweden. I really really wish I had taken a picture of his tattoo.
Why do I have no pictures of all the many people I’ve spent time with? The owner of the first backpacker was so shy I didn’t even ask. The British piano player, the Australian opera singer, the opera singer’s German wife – seemed too shy too. The American mom and her ex-pat daughter at Arthur’s Pass? I didn’t get around to asking. All the lively kids here, and the retired woman, from Jersey in the Channel Islands, who rented her house and has been traveling for 2 1/2 years? Not yet.
And the people on the streets are kind of ‘heads down about our business’ types. I need to pay more attention!