Ok, so it is not easy. It is actually more difficult than I thought. Setting up a trip and visit wineries.
There is one person I must thank however, Lynda from the Beech Tree Cottage in Cambridge. A beautiful lady with a great sense of humor and more helpful attitude than all combined so far.
I have tried to set up my trip and contacted professional organisations, just to get polite messages trying to get rid off me. That is sad. Hey Guys at New Zealand Winegrowers and NZWINES.COM, I am not asking for money, I am asking for assistance. The world is just crazy. Where is the sense of fun from people. More specifically in Kiwiland. You are supposed to be the one far enough from all the US and European square attitude and paranoia. Ah, so sad.
Anyways, cowards have no castles as they say, so even if nothing will be set by the time I arrive, my feet will definitely touch the ground there. If my two footprints will be joined by another two is still a question, but that is another story. All I know is, that we are drifting apart. And there are only two options, go for the drifting raft or stay on the safe shore and whine about the naughty currents of the circumstances and parrot that no decision is a decision and time will take care of it. Well, all I know is that time is everything but a caretaker. The best it can do is to sweep things under the carpet of ignorance and defeatism and kill us both, and what we have.
Anyways, nothing is lost till all is lost, so I will start to contact people who just might care. Who have seen things. Lived things and understand what is the only thing we will take away in our souls from this world when the time comes. Yeah, sounds like big words, but even me, with a cinicism that could fill a cathedral to the brim, even I believe in this. Believe in, well, yes, love. Otherwise the whole thing makes no sense. It would be an awful waste of space. If life is a journey, like every journey it also has two points A and B. All journey needs these two points and this is why I think if I am a certain point A, to complete this journey of life, I must reach my point B. (Provided, my imaginary point B actually intends to be point B, and that this whole A and B thing makes any sense whatsoever, when it is all so fucking simple. GOD, need my brain replaced, thank you.). No pressure there. Journeys are awful when there is pressure.
So this is it basically. Also, I had my round trip with family for Xmas, but my mind is far too much intertwined with the odds and waypoints of this trip I have been preparing for in the last two years, with dreams, with actions and with devotion.
Four weeks and counting.