Monday 29 February 2016

23-02-16





Had shower-  'hallelujah!' - and packed up and went to other hotel for breakfast. 

Breakfast of eggs rice and beans all together.

Brook loves my t-shirt and takes a picture to send her mum. 

Brook is a beautiful person inside and out and I find myself wondering what I don't know. Tour guides can often have to portray a certain face. Is she doing this? A tour guide has to be nice to everyone don't they? It's a funny dynamic where I don't know if someone would like to spend time with me or not so I don't know whether to try. Us English do not like to impose ourselves on others. 

After breakfast we all load onto the bus again as we are off to swim in some rivers today and visit another Eco town. I find visiting these Eco communities on a huge bus a little odd. An Eco community in its own right is one thing but does it make money from our visit? Is this a new type of feel-good visitor site? 

Needing a wee and to change 

Brook asking the bus driver to give me some privacy. 

Beautiful spot

Found 5c treasure



Glad for John, Tara, Kat,  Mary and Chantelle today :) 

We got dressed again (ish) a sarong for me and we were told we were going for lunch so we walked up and along a route to the Eco blah blah where we met Tarzan and had some strange soup and drink and then a little buffet. It is impressive that people can grow and make all their own stuff for sure but I'm not sure things are to my taste really here. The fruit is excellent though :) 

Tarzan leads us to a second river point where a lot of people get naked. I'm not keen on this point as it's very easy to fall and hurt yourself and Bryce injures himself :( 

Bryce serenades us with his instument. I like Bryce... But about my impressions of Bryce 

We run behind so Tarzan takes us on a shortcut which turns out to be a bit of a scary nightmare of a route and Tara has half a toenail ripped off. Bleeding and sore she tries to clean the wound with water and winces. I carry antiseptic cream with me wherever I go :) 

On bus to Dominical beach. I'm sitting with John which is ace because he is hilarious. First stop is at Brooks mums house where someone blocks up the toilet :( 

Brooks mum is lovely and welcomingher fish looked a bit dead.

We head into Jaco and it's great; shops and cafes all around and delicious fruit smoothies and ice creams are available

We purchase some supplies, get money and head to the bus again. I would like to have spent more time in Jaco and skipped river number two. 

A bit about peer pressure. 

Mary adds some rum to my fruit smoothie and we happily chat and drink until our bus arrives at our dinner location! Arriving at dinner I am pretty drunk and very very cheerful. :) I have pre-ordered fish tacos and the filling overflows the corn tacos. I end up eating the fish out of the tacos mostly and chat away to people happily. I chat to crissie and Jen in the ladies toilets - the drunken cliche ;) - and tell them what I think is wonderful about them. 

Then we head off to hotel Dominicos which is really lovely! Our rooms are now all together and we decide to go out to the bar next door. 

Lauren skypes home

Music, drink from Richie, dancing, straw disappeared, music disappeared, good time Charlie, off to next place...

Next place, surf boards swings, table football... I wanted to play but never got an opportunity disappointingly. 

Crissie removes straw from my hair. 

Leave and head to the beach. I don't have a swimsuit on so I tuck my skirt into my pants and I do cartwheels in the lapping waves. It is magical and awesome and he stars are bright and I might have got bitten a bit. 

Tara, Mary were in the sea :) John was on the shore. 

Then we went back home and Lauren is still Skyping but stops soon after. We go to sleep :) 






Sunday 28 February 2016

Behind the blog

Blogging is fun, there is no doubt about it. It's great to take pictures and note down all the great and funny things that happen during the day. It does however get challenging when things get really busy. 

The end of my New Zealand trip and my trip to Costa Rica was go-go-go with barely any bathroom breaks let along blog time. It is during these times that a person needs to remember the point of the trip and the blog. The blog is to help remember and communicate thoughts and feelings about the trip, the trip isn't to support a blog! ;) So if anything has to give a little it's the blog... 

... Still saying that I have found that taking a bunch of pictures and a few notes before a fall asleep can make it tonnes easier to play catch up ;) and it is still my hope that I complete my blog so that I can remember and share this exciting trip around the globe, which I hope is the only the beginning of my brave travel adventures :) 

Hopefully there will be more posts coming out today!

Mwah! Big love to all my wonderful friends and to any other readers too! :)

Thursday - Hiking with geckos and sleeping with lizards

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Tuesday 23 February 2016

22-02-16 Monday - Bouncing boats and zip-lining through the Costa Rican rainforest canopy.

Up early at 5:40am, showered with crickets, breakfast of eggs and fruit, collected washing, packed luggage back up and took it down to the boat, burned back with rucksack... Ouch!... Get onto boat. Put lotion on and got bounced back into the footwell of the boat. Lifted up by burnt back. Ouch! 

"What makes you alive?" Conversation on the boat with Mark. Off the boat and load luggage onto the bus. Start off towards ziplining-ing. We arrive at the hotel from the first few nights and pick up the luggage from the other packed downs. This gives me time to nip to be shop and buy some water and chocolate. Omg real chocolate!!!! 

We set off again and fairly soon we are at the town where we sign in at the tour office and load onto a shuttle bus where we meet Roberto a smooth skinned Costa Rican charmer. He learns our names and then practices them. While we all chat he comments "English voices so sexy!" I obviously love this ;) He drives us up to near the top of the hill where we then swap to the back of a jeep-truck and get shuttle up to the top of the zip lines. Roberto and some others then donned in their yellow high via jackets kit us out with harnesses and give us instructions as to what we need to know. 

1. Don't touch anything!
2. Do everything we tell you! 

We did...well at least I did ;) 

We head to the first zip line and Jojo is the first up apart from the guides themselves. After watching the first couple of people I am not as nervous anymore but I am still a bit nervous and I chat with Jen about it briefly. "It's all very safe and you have multiple things holding you on so you'll be fine and I think you'll love it!". I give her a hug.

Jen is a super interesting character. She has the presence of Oprah and the sweetness of Ellen. Whenever she walks into a room with "Hey guys!" she carries such loving warmth that without knowing anything else she is still impressive. Curly brown hair and a tactile loving gregarious nature Jen exudes a simultaneous calm confidence. She makes you feel instantly relaxed and included. 

I get up to the edge of the platform. 
I look over the edge as I'm told "Don't break much on the first two lines as you'll want to maintain your speed."... Gulp!! The zip line is a carbon fibre rope. To get hooked on you are first hooked onto the guide, who is attached to the platform. You the place both hands on the rope line and do a small jump pull up as the guide attaches your harness to a pulley ok the line. A second line to your harness is then also connected and you position your gloved hands. For the right handed among us: Left hand towards the top of the vertical ropes connecting you to the pulley and your right hand up and back onto the zip wire.

The gloves they give you are designed to make your life very easy and protected. The hand that rests on the zip wire behind you keeps you orientated and also has a thick leather pad which allows you to break as you approach your destination. This is done by pulling down on the zip line. 

Once you are hooked onto the zip wire my legs were off the ground and, with my hands in place, I was released! 

Whoosh! I fly along the cable and over the forrest canopy. The cable hums at an increasingly higher pitch as I increase in speed. My nerves have disappeared and I see that this is going to be incredible fun. Even the harness rubbing on my poor burnt back doesn't detract from the beauty of the moment. I get close to the bottom of this line and I pull down to break. I can feel the leather warming from the friction. I slow to a graceful stop to the cheers and warm welcome of the people that have gone before me! 

"Hey Peta! How was it?" They ask and I reply "Awesome!" and they reciprocate with a response of "Awesome!" 

What follows is 10+ different zip lines that eventually bring us back to the beginning! It's truely special and I feel very greatful to experience it. 

Nearing the last of the zip lines there is a different section which has a rope swing. Each person is connected and has to simply swing across the deep valley section. This bit turns my stomach. It's one thing sitting suspended from a wire and then sliding along it, it's another thing to voluentarily step of a platform into thin air. "Move forward" my guide says as I stand near the edge. "Erm..." I say involuntarily as I take another step. I am now right on the edge. I look down. It's a long way down. The thing is... This is sort of why I am here. To face my fears, my demons, to break and recreate myself. To shed my past and return anew or at least a big leap along my healing path :) It's time to be brave again, I know this because I am feeling afraid and that's always a sign that it's time :) 

I bend my knees and I am released from the platform. The initial acceleration is dramatic. 9.8ms-2 suddenly feels like a lot




Arrive in San Jose at hotel opposite prison ;) tiny room but with shower. Me and Lauren are so excited to have a proper shower and Lauren rubs some magic stuff into my back with lavender oil... I don't seem to be allergic anymore

Sleeeeep! Still unable to get washing done. 






Sunday - farm tour and strange coincidences

Another incomplete post here folks. This one I took notes from a pretty nice day. I do not think I can recreate the day with words this long since... an interesting thing to note and possibly the reason why people write travel diaries :) 

Breakfast


Farm tour after breakfast

Walk, mud, beach, burn, 

Back to place, shower, lunch, go down to hammock with passion fruit juice, 

Henna on arms

At lunch - chocolate cake I couldn't eat and I smelt Tara's cake. 

Came in when it got windy and sat upstairs in the main building chatting with Mary, John and Tara. 

Storm that never came.

again Dinner and chatted with John about being a nurse and life while everyone else watched a video of the trio photos. John and me moved to the sofa area and kept talking... Weird coincidence where his future dog has the same name as a man who broke my heart. Went to bed :) 

Saturday - A problem shared...

Today woke up, got up before breakfast and readied myself and got down to the beach 5mins before breakfast after telling Lauren that breakfast was happening soon. After arriving at the beach it turns out that my clock was fast and it was 7am so I'd woken Lauren an hour early....oops! Still I sat with Chad, Brook and Grant with coffee and chatted while the sun came up over the ocean. 

It was going to be a chill morning so after this we had breakfast which was a delicious mix of beans and eggs with fruit. Then they suggested yoga so in my demon shorts and green shirt off I went to yoga! It was beautiful as I followed along yoga with Grant on a big stage with fricking giant ants. 

Grant was amazing! His yoga was gentle, strong, powerful and insightful. He encouraged and inspired us all to think while we moved which moved us to do better yoga! 

After yoga I was dirty and sweaty and chilled and all I wanted to do was to get clean and to mentally relax. 

I went for a shower and it was glorious. Even the pipe filled with mozzies didn't make the shower less glorious in this hot and humid weather. 

I eyed up a particularly persistent mozzie and stared it down! 

Clean and fresh feeling I headed over for some chill time and ended up chatting to people for a good while.

Lunch was served which, as always, was deliciously healthy but possibly insufficient in calories. After dinner I grabbed a coffee and me and Mary went to the beach and sat on a tree trunk chatting about life, experience and our plans, hopes and fears. Mary is a bright, sweet, kind and funny young woman who is bravely travelling alone like me. Like me she is healing wounds from her past and like me she gets funnier and more confident the more relaxed she feels around you. She is a joy to be around and makes me feel very at ease. 

We chat until it's time to start making chocolate! 

Chocolate - Bean to bar

The chocolate making process is right from the bean and starts with us peeling a whole bunch of cocoa beans. The size of an almost I find a twisting motion removes the outer skin fairly effectively and we break the beans in half to check they are good beans (no green mold). The beans then need to be ground three times. The grinder is not ideally clamped to the kitchen surface and so it rocks about as we try and crank the handle back and forth.

The second run through the grinder is difficult but we manage it eventually with a lot of coaxing and poking. 

And this is where my post ends... I must have become busy and/or distracted. Blogging takes dedication Peta! What are you doing?! 😂








Friday - Hiking through hell (with other good bits ;)

The hike! - this post is just in note form. It’s all I did at the time and 3 years later it is all I will get to keep now but it does bring back memories all the same. Anyway to my brief notes from that day: 


Rain in night Packing up, cold shower and breakfast after bad dream ... Bit of a cry in shower and want to leave... Worries that people don't like me - snooty breakfast people not giving us food - clothes from white water rafting not drying - mud - spider web in face - shoes filled with mud 3.5hrs of up and down and through deep mud with spider webs and mozzies and sun and yuck! Slipping and the smell of monkey shit. 

Bought new sunglasses when I couldn't find mine and more mozzie spray and thought I'd lost wallet. Man serving had lost his arm. 

Good things: magnetic sand and Mary saying "I'm trying to think positive thoughts to take my mind off the fact that I'm so miserable"

Got back from hike and then ate  the most delicious tasting meal ever and went into the sea to wash off and chill.

The we checked into our rooms and had a shower and chilled out playing games, 

Inc rhino hero! :) 

Then I went to bed and talked to Lauren about her life and esp etc. 


Monday 22 February 2016

17-02-16 Wednesday - White river rafting and live tunes!

Wednesday the 17th of February 2016

This morning I woke super glad of a full nights undisturbed sleep, even if I was in a strange bottom bunk of the dark dingy little room that has been my evenings shelter. I unpacked my wash stuff and went to the shower. I was met by the crazy fish mobile from the previous evening. The shower was pretty pointless as it dribbled/trickled into my forehead. I attempted to clean myself up and get dressed ready to raft! Woohoo! Now with my daypack, my rucksack and my hat, gotta keep hold of that sucker, I venture downstairs to check out and grab breakfast. 

Here I met a lady born in Germany who has lived in Costa Rica for 39 years and before that the states. Her accent completely baffles me which is why we start chatting. She tells me how when she was a little girl all she wanted to do was live in the jungle with monkeys and beautiful birds and now she is here and she still finds it magical. I think about what first brought me to Costa Rica and I prefer the simplicity of her story. 

The buffet breakfast provides an array of utterly delicious local fruit and omelettes made on demand... Nom! I collect an awesome breakfast and a delicious cup of coffee and take a seat with Lauren and Mary at breakfast in the Kaps garden area. These people seem so wonderfully chilled. I find myself instantly at ease with many of them. Those that I am least at ease with are the ones who I think I will learn the most from. They are the ones who have an almost inherent inner freedom which I am working to try and grow and develop. I find I don't understand them and I almost feel comparatively nervous in their confidence. They are all delightful however and I know I will learn from them and grow as a result :) Hurrah! 

Today we are off white water rafting on the longest rafting river trip in Costa Rica. 4hrs guided paddling and rafting through incredible tropical rainforest that makes this the 5th most beautiful rafting course in the world. What a priveledge. I blooming love life on days like this!

We get into the coach and we're off! Raoul is our rafting guide and he tells us about a childhood game they used to play in coffee fields hiding and then throwing green coffee beans at each other. 

I have sat next to Kat, an beautiful lady from Chicargo who has chosen the worst seat on the bus... We soon decide to  relocate to seats with big windows at the back of the bus - where everyone knows the cool kids sit - the views were amazing! Bryce, Tara and John were sitting around us. I have so far discovered that we have two intensive care nurses, a physiotherapist and a massage theripist in our group. Things are looking good on the physical care front ;)
 
Bryce is a charming fellow and super interesting. He has played guitar with many bands including Korn and the Woo town clan (sp?). He has also brought with him a hang drum which is awesome and I have a go and managed to make a few sounds. 

Raoul, our rafting instructor, gives us a very thorough instruction which is both important and nerves initiating. Before too long we transferred to a minibus to get up to the final hill and played vehicle buckaroo until we arrive. At the rafting location we are kitted out with lift jackets, helmets and paddles.  I didn't take my phone on the water for obvious reasons and so will have to try and describe the experience. 

The group is split between four boats with 7 people on each including the guide. The guides mock a rivalry between boats where splashing is very much encouraged. 

Rafting is frickin' awesome!!! 

The raft is in essence a large rectangular shaped tube with a bottom for your feet and to make it a boat. You sit on the sides and wedge your feet under inflated cross sections. This makes you able to lean back if you wish and as long as you have the necessary core strength. I would say that this trip has made me very grateful for my year+ of yoga. 

The water wasn't clear but it was clean and supplied by many many waterfalls. This place has a much more tropical feel compared to New Zealand. The waterfalls here could easily feature in a shampoo ad. Nothing has the same size and scale feel as New Zealand though. These are both places I adore now though.

After climbing into the raft we have to practice our moves. We practice forward, backward, stop, paddles up, jump right, jump left, get down (jungle boogie) and how to retrieve people from the water - practiced by half of us actually intentionally falling in the water ;) I am sat opposite Bryce who retrieves me from the water with ease due to being much bigger than me at 6'3". The ladies work together to retrieve the chaps :) 

Once we were off onto the rapids, I can't help but let out my well known squeaks and squeals. I'm expressive haha and this is an experience that needs expressing. It is amazing! It is adrenaline and relaxation mixed in a spectacular setting. At no point do I feel fear which suprises me. I just enjoy every second, sight, smell, splash, bounce and roll. 

"Right forward" shouts out guide. I'm on the left so this means left paddle back. Knowledge of right and left is pretty important ;) 

I am now unsure as to how to describe white water rafting - what kind of rubbish blogger am I? Ha well I just don't think Incan do it justice. It's kind of like sitting on a sturdy-ish inflatable boat and then playing buckaroo while paddling under the instruction of a guide flipping between shouting commands and giving local information. It's the sort of ride which results in a perma-smile that lasts well beyond the activity. There is comradery, team work, jumps, drops, splashes, swimming, suprises, incredibly rewarding views and lots and lots of grinning! We even end up covered in mud and while the photo I saw of me looks like the worst photo of me ever, I don't care... It was hilarious and I love it! 

A number of people do fall in, par for the course, and are promtly retrieved. It is the best fun I have had yet this trip and I feel a warm glow of contentment from it. 

If you haven't done it, do it. I wanted to do it again immediately after we finished our 4hr trip! It is the 3rd best form of exercise in the world in my opinion. The water here isn't cold and all 23 of us happily jumped in during calm moments to float along with the river. The scenery is spectacular. It's the perfect topical paradise and I feel honoured to be here. 

The other people in my tour group are awesome! They are all the kind of people that would go to the festival 'envision' and as such they are all kind, loving and full of energy and fun. 

I have learnt about half their names so far. Two of them are now dancing in the bus. :) It's great to be immersed in the energy of others and let it infect you. 

I am now sitting on the bus and letting the nutrients of my experience and environment sink it. I'm not quite moved in same way as arriving in Queenstown, New Zealand but this a different kind of moved. This is a community feel, an experience with people and that feels differently moving but maybe equally so. I resist tears this time though haha ;) Yet as before I rest my head back and just feel the new experience cause waves of emotions and thoughts to flood my little body and mind. 

The conversations here remind me of awesomeness fest which was (to go with the obvious description) awesome. I am now very excited and nervous about this section of the trip. I feel I am being emotionally stretched again and it's a beautiful pain. 

Bryce and Mark are putting music through a waterproof speaker and the tunes fill the coach as we chill. 

I watch a man carry bananas across a river while we wait at a junction. 


A great day so far and there is more to come I am sure :) 

We arrive at the accomodation and 4 of us are separated from the group and are put in different and nicer accomodation we are told :) I am sharing with Lauren wo is a really chilled chic from the states. We dump our stuff, get cleaned up a bit and head out back to the others....

... Except we go the wrong way! Eeek! Now we were running late anyway but now we are heading the wrong way in the dark through the jungle. After about 20mins me and Matt are pretty convinced we are headed the wrong way and I bring up Google and some internet and confirm it. We turn around ;) 

We eventually get to the group about 45mins late (oops!) and we head off to the restaurant. The place is an amazing jamacan style place with reggae music and a really chilled vibe. The old and young are dancing is a very feel the flow type of way and a dude that looks like a Hawaiian Jesus totally rocks out to the live band.




The food is delicious and I also get to have run cocktails....yum! :) 




16-02-2016 Tuesday - Journey to San Jose, Costa Rica

Tuesday the 16th of February 2016

The temperature has warmed over night and it is on the threshold of freezing, making the sidewalks really icy. After repacking my luggage to try and fit everything in I head to the airport. 

Washington has three airports but the most convenient for Clarandon area is Dulles (DCA). The domestic terminal has a feeling of grand central to me: 



The line for 'check-in with bags' kiosks is so far the most striking thing about this airport. A queue for the most miserable IT experience that I'm not sure even a PhD in airports would speed up. Folks newly arriving at the airport pace up and down the line blinking! "Is this really just to check in bags?" is met with "Yes! No cuts!". My experience is drawn out by the requirement for my passport to be checked by human eyes... This requires finding human eyes with appropriate security authority. 

A lady comes back to my kiosk. She has really struggled with the kiosk and has gone for help. She now returns with a dis-interested assistant and interupts my check-in. I sympathise and help her navigate through the series of offers akin to those nasty internet pop-ups with the  little well hidden cross somewhere on the page. 

My flight has been changed and I'm not leaving earlier and being touted via Miami for operational reasons whatever that means. I guess I will now have to listen to Will Smith on the plane. ;) 

I get my bag labelled and dropped off and then I head to security. I chat briefly with a security lady who seems friendly but with an agenda. Then I'm at the gate! Whoop! Made it! 

First class get to board first but I can really see a massive amount of difference between first and second classes and I find my cheap-seat and proceed to sleep through whole American Airlines 3hr flight . We arrive on-time but unable to dock with the terminal building for a significant time. I check my connecting flight status together with many other passengers on board and see that I have about 20mins to get to my gate and we're still not at the terminal building. The pilot speaks over the tannoy:

"Will all those passangers who are terminating in Miami, or have a much later connection, please stay on the plane letting those with imminent connections leave first."

"That won't happen!" says a gentleman behind me, talking to another concerned passenger. "That's not how it works in Miami. You'll have to push through. No-one does nothing for no-one here! Still it's warm!"

I think about all the nice places I have been where the people have been so kind, is Miami really like that? Can a whole city be jaded? 

The plane starts disembarking and either the whole plane is immidiatley transiting or the grinch was right. Eventually I get off and I make a break for it. I can run a lot faster than most people here and it helps as I bound and weave my way through the unknown terminal. I spot my gate and make a break for it. I see many people congregating but not boarding and it turns out my plane was delayed due to bad weather in the morning. I am now sitting on the plane and getting ready to take off. I am excited but also tired, I didn't sleep well last night running through all the options and things I needed to consider. It has also been very relaxing in DC and I am sorry to leave. I haven't been this well taken care of since Christmas :) 

Monday 15 February 2016

Washington DC - Rest, snow, trader joes and revisiting and old addiction

Sleep, 
Trader joes
Photos - blog
Poorly tummy
Outdoor shopping - the mall
Squirrels
Populous 
Bath time
Snow! :) 
















Good food, good rest and good fun! 

Sad to leave Washington but I am excited and nervous about the next adventure that is Costa Rica! 

12-2-2016-c Peta's movie reviews - part 2

Film review time as I am on a long-haul from Auckland to Houston, Texas. 

The  Imitation Game - 10/10



Holy cow! Not only do I think this is a spectacularly good film but I think this should probably be compulsory viewing for all school children. Benedict Cumberbatch is incredibly good at what he does and tells the story of Alan Turing and the amazing work done by all those at Bletchley Park. I don't want to give out any spoilers for those that don't already know the inspirational story but this is a piece of history the like of which, in my humble opinion, can make someone a better person for the knowing. Well done Benny! Well bloody done! 

Take away thoughts: 
Holy moly, how many good people have to die for stupid ass reasons! I wish we could say, this is just history but we can't! We can live in a bubble if we chose to but people are being driven to the end that Alan Turing was every single day in our world and not even just in other countries, but even if it was it is not a reason to neglect it. The end of this film made me think of not only the tragedy that is the persecution of homosexuals but of the fact that so many people even in the western world are suffering and getting depressed enough that the ultimate sacrifice becomes a desirable alternative. In 2015 I had the privilege of meeting so many strong people that had or or were in the process of overcoming and recovering from significant adversity and trauma. I didn't know how to really react to it then and to be honest I still don't feel I have an answer. I do know, however that empathy, an appreciation of the signs of suffering and pre-emptive and bravely offering support is pretty much never a bad thing. I really think social and community skills should be taught at school so that people have the base from which to offer each other support. Thankfully mindfulness is becoming more popular. Hopefully that is clearing a path. 

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Man Up - 9/10



I love Simon Pegg. I really didn't want to like this film. Being a 30-something chic without any obvious imminent sign of a romantic commitment on the horizon and with her fair share of life baggage, this film brought up plenty of uncomfortable comparisons early on in the film. However!... I actually found this film not only cathartic but possibly the best romantic comedy, maybe in fact the only romantic comedy that I have really enjoyed after so many cynicism inducing life-heartbreaks. It didn't have that 'seems highly unlikely' feeling that many romantic movies seem to have these days. Instead it echoed the beautiful hopeful feelings that thankfully lay within me. The optimistic healing hope that any day, no matter how otherwise ordinary, could be that special day that brings two people together to heal the past, seal a future and to provide a route to enabling the best version of me to be seen, to be loved and to allow me to fearlessly love to the fullest of my capacity.

Why only 9? Well it didn't have Benedict Cumberpatch in it did it ? ;) 

Arse... What am I saying? Simon Pegg is just as awesome plus all the actors in this film were awesome too... I've changed my mind like in the film *spoiler* and I'm giving it a 10/10! Hurray! 

I better pick a rubbish film next or this review is going to have less dynamic range than a streak camera (incredibly niche physics joke!)

Take away thoughts: 
My thoughts after this film bounce between the different memories of my romantic relationships and I am glad that, while I try and edit out old poor performing relationship behaviours, the one that remains is the belief that love resides in all of us; love for ourself and others, and they both lay right behind the fear of being hurt. Overcoming the fear is the gateway to happiness. The reason you have to love yourself first is the same reason you need to put your oxygen mask on first. It protects you and others when things aren't going well and means you are prepared and therefore ready to breakthrough the fear genuinely. 


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The theory of everything - 8/10




How can you cram a whole mans life into a movie! Like this! How did this actor do what he has done, I have no idea but the boy did good! 

This movie covers a topic I already knew a fair amount about. Even a passing interest in physics will lead to a knowledge of Stephen Hawking's and his life and achievements. This film gives a portrayal of the possible life behind the legend. How accurate it is I do not know. As a human interest story it is captivating but how often is life as delicately put as this. There are no raised voices, no arguments... This is the polished and likely sanitised version. It is however a version that tells a story and who am I to say what story should represent a life. They say that history is written by the victor, memory is bias, experience is subjective; so what truly representative story can be told? 

This is a wonderfully captivating film and all the participants come across heroic and with endless strength and determination. It is an excellent story about the scientific mind, love, and an extra-ordinary man and woman. 

Take away thoughts:
This film has made me reflect on the people I have met in life as well as on my trip and if I have learnt anything about all these people, the ones I know personally and the ones through films, it is that they are all extra-ordinary. For the ones that do not have a star-cast film about them though you have to look a little harder and a little longer to see through the human frailties that are edited out on the big screen. In my opinion though it's always worth taking that time. 

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He's just not that into you. 6/10



Lessons:
"If a guy doesn't call you, he doesn't want to call you."

"If a guy is treating you like he doesn't give a shit, he doesn't give a shit! No exceptions!"

"If a guy seems like he genuinely cares about you then he could be that special someone."

This is a good movie with some mixed messages - they are all not the exception to the rule and also in the end mostly the exception. :P It's a nice film for sure and I enjoyed it and probably need to try and take these lessons on board :) It's a cute film and I would love to know who wrote the book or screenplay? 

Take away thoughts: 

It is the general experience of myself and all my other unmarried female friends that it shouldn't be this hard. All the guys in the film are also American and all confident and so what about shy guys and foreign chaps. I guess the movie is more for entertainment than education but it was very interesting.  

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Arthur. 4/10 - unfinished but fine with that.




I really like Russell Brand and in this Russell plays Russell but a even more rich and extravagant version. However, I like Russell when he is doing the Trews... This film has the feeling of a film in which Russell has been randomly substituted for an actor and the actors are trying to do their best to accommodate him. 

While I enjoy watching Russell, I found I just didn't give a crap about this film even though I like Russell. His style jars with that of the others. It feels like one long out-take. 

Ooooo as I am watching the film the system cuts out... We are coming in to land I guess :)  I was just wondering about whether to bother watching the rest of the film too. I guess that decision is now made for me :) Hurrah! I would be happy to have this film on in the background while I was doing something else. 

Take away thoughts: 
I have really enjoyed Russell in other things :) I hope he does more of other things :) 

I should have charged my iPad :) 








Saturday 13 February 2016

12-02-2016-b- Dealing with losses - A bit of Peta history

Have you read the previous post? Then I am going to take a guess at what you're thinking... 

"It's just a couple of hats Peta, it's not the end of the world." 

... and you would be right.

The difficultly in this life comes from the fact that all our experiences are connected and our emotions woven through our experiences such that when we have one emotion is can trigger other memories and emotions and visa versa. 

I am someone that likes to be in control. One might say I am a control freak but I have no need to control anyone else, just myself. When I lose something unintentionally it means I was not in control. I could not take care of myself and it makes me feel vulnerable. 

"Why? It's just a hat?"

Because, my friends, in this case a lack of control of my environment triggers memories in me of other experiences where I have felt that I was inadequately equipped to protect myself and those things I held of value. 

The main memory that is triggered is that of my interaction with my mother when I was seven. It's gonna get a pretty real right here now, if you can't take it... Best head right on to those movies reviews honey! ;)

My mother passed away from cancer when I was eight. Her cancer was not caught very early and it had unfortunately spread and eventually went to her brain. No one knew before it become symptomatic and the first symptom was soley witnessed by her 7 year old daughter... me! The brain tumour gave her a form of epilepsy that turns a person into a statue without warning... They become rigid and unresponsive.

One might imagine that this would be incredibly frightening to a small kid and that one would be quite correct. I learnt a lot about myself in that moment. My first response was diagnosis of her symptoms, through the panic and the fear. Then an attempt at treatment, I offered her water and then tried to open and close her eyes and move her limbs, all while feeling myself exploding on the inside with terror and grief. My actions and my emotions were not terribly connected. I quickly concluded I was not up to the task of reviving her so I went for assistance. I got the neighbours and the rest of the story of my locking myself out, begging with them to break the door down and the following crazy nightmare just adds emphasis to a moment that shaped who I would be for the rest of my life: I am someone who needs to feel ready and prepared for anything! 

I am the one who will know where the fire exits are. I am the one who sees everything that could cause cuts, injuries.  I will notice that defibrillator in the corner of the airport and I will notice when anyone around me is tired, drunk or presenting with anything out of he ordinary that may make some sort of follow on medical emergency more likely.

If you tell me you have an illness, I will know a lot about it by the end of the day and you will be on my mind. I used to be what is called hyper-vigilant. It's not a fun thing but it means I ended up responsible for a lot of safety at work because I was the one who cared on a very real and pragmatic level... I wasn't just covering butts ;) 

So when I lose something, it leaves me with a feeling that I am not completely in control and this makes me uncomfortable because I am not ready. However, this is an opportunity to practice being okay with my own human limitations. We make mistakes, especially when tired, stressed and rushing around. 

The temptation is to beat myself up, to try to figure out how I can never do this again. To try to become more alert, more vigilant but there has to be some mental relief valve. It has to be ok to make mistakes sometimes! If it wasn't then we would stop pushing ourselves, we would then never find our boundaries and never work out what we are really capable of. 

So here I am on a plane and confronted with an opportunity to explore an experience that is connect to a number of deep other strong experiences which could push me down a route that I believe is not aligned with my best interests so instead this is what I do; I am typing this as I do it (in stages) 

First I let myself really feel the feelings and look at them. This is what I currently have to some degree or other (none of this is huge... I do know it is only a couple of hats but still feelings are feelings to through a tautology into the mix ;) 

1. Fear at not being in control,
2. Sadness at losing something i liked
3. Worry about finding a replacement and the potential consequences of not; not having a hat in the intense sun of Costa Rica. 
4. Irritation at not being 100% perfect at taking care of my stuff and possibly not being perfect at other areas which my safety requirement me to be.
5. Lonely. I am the only one available to look out for me on this trip. Anything like this is a reminder of that. 

Now I sit and feel and explore the feelings, where are the feelings in my body? 

1. My shoulder tenses as soon as I realised. They haven't realised yet. 
2. My breathing got faster.
3. Cortisol and adrenaline became active in my system and I could feel my heart going faster and my body wanting to act.
4. My face became tense and frowny
5. I became more irritable and unable to concentrate on other things. 

Ok so now I am half way through the  exercise "mental pull ups" and I will now breath into the body sensations and try to see if the breath can work to release it. 

-aiplane toilet break-

Ok I'm back and I meditate for a short time on the feelings and through doing so I am starting to feel better and the feelings are starting to ease off. Not only that but the attention to the body reveals additional information. I am really very tired. I am emotionally, mentally and physically tired. I realise this is why I was grumpy, why I disliked the car so much more at the end when it was harder to drive because I was exhausted. Why I found walking at Alice's extreme pace difficult but it also difficult to communicate that I was struggling. This is what this process brings you, clarity and information. Information means you can then make decisions. I am tired. I will take rest in Washington as my first priority :) 

Now I'm a scientist so you should expect this:

Here is the science bit...

Science bit 1:
When we react to someone with fear, anxiety, panic, worry, angry or defensiveness it is out fight/flight response working. Fight or flight clearly isn't really an appropriate response for losing a hat but it is the bodies way of dealing with any negative situations initially to a lesser or greater degree. 

When our fight or flight is activated, energy/activity/focus (whatever you want to call it) is drawn away from the part of the brain that deals with logic and rationialisation. This is what it means when someone says things like "I was so angry I couldn't think clearly" or "I was so upset I couldn't see what else was going on." It is a very real physiological effort. 

The good news is that it is one that you can learn to control which is why I now refer to these these event as opportunities as well as pains-in-the-butt. 

Science bit 2:
When we aren't 'present' and we get tired we also lose the ability to really judge our own tiredness as a natural matter of course. We will notice if we start nodding off as that is extreme but the gradual decline is masked off because the effort we would have used to notice is now rerouted, into the tasks we are engaged in, so as to compensate for the fact that we are tired. 

So the steps to practice this are:

1. Let yourself fully feel; what ever you resist persists.
2. Locate the emotions in the body; normally in a form of contraction. 
3. Breath into the sensations and hopefully you feel the tensions ease. 
4. Notice other aspects of your physiology demanding attention. Be present. Are you thirsty, hungry, tired etc.
5. Tend to yourself. Take rest if you need rest' :)






12-02-2016 Leaving New Zealand; Peta loses her shit again!

Friday - 12th February 2016

Today I am leaving New Zealand and I have mixed emotions. I am excited about the next stage in my adventure, I am scared about the next stage in my adventure and I am leaving somewhere I have had such a range of experiences that I now feel connected to it. 

I first have to drop off the piece of crap car back at the Jucy lot. I wake up, throw clothes on and head down. I am really not in the mood to deal with the idiosyncrasies of this car and I look forward to being rid of it. I arrive at the lot, turn off the engine and feel relief at being able to say goodbye to this 4-wheel nightmare. I walk into the Jucy office, complete with beanbags for the rental car driver that likes a bad indoor seat as well as a bad car, and I hand the keys over to the guy at the Jucy desk:

"Any problems with the car?"

"Ahahha! I think you know there is! The lady I spoke to when I picked up the car said the automatic setting wasn't great on that but she neglected to mention that the manual setting also is really terrible, the brakes are a little on the twitchy side and the radio is possessed by the devil or at least a high volume 80s version of him?"

"Oh you have the little Fiat semi-auto... Yeah they're horrible! I've had trouble with that radio too."

This I wasn't prepared for. I sort of wanted 'really? Oh my goodness... Tell me more and let me compensate you!' But instead, confronted with a simple acknowledgment of the fact that I had paid money to rent a really terrible vehicle, I wasn't sure how to react and so found myself replying

"Well I'm glad you know... Erm... Well you shouldn't rent those out... They're bad!"

"Yeah I know right?!"

"Yeah right!... Right... Erm... Ok well then, Cya!" 

"Bye!"

I leave confused. It's early, I'm going to blame that interaction on it being early. The rest of the day I can not blame on that but I was spaced out for the rest of the day so something was up.

walk back to Alice's after orientation myself to the quickest walking route and plan the day in my head. I will shower, pack and then go to the store to look for clothes for Costa Rica. This turns out to be a bad plan. My packing goes fine except I make the mistake of thinking I can stack hats on my head rather than packing one which results in my later losing two hats rather than one in ironically a clothes store at the airport. 

In addition to this poor decision, I have woken up with a fair bit of muscular pain in my left thigh and the speed walk to the shops (Alice walks at a pace that may set off the odd radar gun) leaves me feeling almost I'll from discomfort. I am also a little grumpy from my bites and from sleeping badly on an air bed. I hope this grumpiness doesn't come across but I'm not sure I fully pull it off. I get back, take a second shower, pack and call an uber. 

I say goodbye to Alice in a short but sweet way, as if I will see her in a few days, and I'm off with my heavy load, which I am already trying to work out how to eject most of at the soonest opportunity. 

The uber drops me at the skybus stop and there I transfer to the bus within a few minutes. There is a gentleman at the stop with an expensive looking briefcase and he smile kindly as I sit down. He discusses a problem with his bus card to the driver in a very patient way and takes his seat. When a lady tries to board the bus but thinks she can pay with card as she had no cash, he gets up and pays for her ticket. He then promptly moves when another elderly couple need a seat. He is clearly a man with a decent income, expensive suit, case and headphones. It is nice to see someone who has done well for themselves and yet maintained a sense of the importance of others. It disappoints me that it feels like this is a surprise and not the normal behaviour and I realise that from what I have observed people generally seem to be nicer to each other here in New Zealand. 

I arrive at the airport and soon have to deal with some US immigration paperwork. That completed, I then have to deal with an obnoxious woman behind me in the bag drop queue who doesn't like it when I don't move a foot when the person in front of me does in the queue. I am rarely irritated by people but today I am closer to what I call the line of tolerance and she is doing a little jig along it and I want to scowl at her. I say nothing and just look unimpressed and she spends the rest of her time behind me justifying herself to the the person next to her who consequently looks unimpressed at having the attention from this lady. I just want to get on the plane with all my stuff... This is a fail! I end up leaving my hats (urg!) in a clothes store! I do not realise this until part way through my movie marathon however. Until that time I am blissfully unaware and having cake and looking out this window. 

This is the international terminal. I prefer the internal terminal, it's less expensive and less pretentious. Can you tell I'm not in the best mood? ;) 

This is Peta without hats and in a bad mood. She looks pretty much exactly like Peta without hats in a good mood. I need to work on my bad mood face and my hat retention! 

I head to my gate after cursing the lack of free internet beyond 30mins in the international terminal - I like to distract myself with online funny things when grumpy. I get on the plane and am immediately impressed... Air New Zealand is the way to travel! Forget the hats for a second (ok I find this hard, I am actually quite upset by the hats): the seats are good, the console is good, the service is terrific, the water tastes like glacier water... It's a really nice ride. The films look great! This is going to be a sweet trip. *Happy hatless face*

This is how you ask for more drinks, nibbles... 



The only trouble is once I realised that I have lost my hats and I feel really bummed. I have never actually dealt with loss-through-error well. If it is an act-of-god type situation, I am fine. If it is my fault I find it harder not to wish myself different. I hear the criticisms from childhood errors in my mind. 

This is an opportunity for some mental pull ups. 

"It's easy to feel good when everything is going well. It's when things aren't going well that you have the opportunity to do the work in to improve yourself!" I am poorly quoting a man whose name I have forgotten unfortunately but if I remember I will come back and add it in. 

I will post about the movies separately and also about 'loss' as I think it deserves some discussion ;) 

I can now say that I have left New Zealand, I absolutely plan to be back and the post cards from this trip will have US stamps on them ;) 





11-02-2016 Thurs pt 2 - Cathedral of the light-pooping carnivorous maggot.

Coming soon (ish) to this post: 


Deep conversation about life - PTSD discussed. 

Black water and carnivorous glowing maggots





Back to Auckland! 

Drive, finding petrol, moving Abby! 

Bite Peta and she's outta there! 

Peta's bites!

Catch-up with Alice







11-02-2016 p1 - Hobbit racing and photo banazas.

Thursday the 11th of February 2016



This morning Abby and I awoke in the highly disppointing hostel room in Rotarua. The bizarre humming noise from outside the window had not prevented sleep but I was tired. Abby was on the phone as I blinked and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I considered getting up; thoughts of the grimy shower kept me in bed. I heard Abby's side of the phone call: 

"Ok so the 8:30 tour is available and what about the 9am? It's 7:10 now so we probably can't make the 8:30 right?" 

She was right, the drive to Hobbiton was going to take 1hr15mins so we'd have had to have been leaving that second and since I needed the toilet....

Covering phone Abby asks me "shall we do the 9am tour then?". I nod sleepily realising that now I am definitely going to have to move and then rush about. I allow myself a little indulgent sigh and I hop out of bed while Abby sorts out the booking on the phone. I am glad Abby woke up in time to do this as Hobbiton does sound fun but now the race is on to get there in time and so we'll have to have very quick showers in the on-suite-of-doom :)

Race to hobbiton

It turns out, after a day of travelling together Abby and I have really found our groove and we move around each other with ease and efficiency, brushing our teeth in parallel to save time :) When we are washed, dressed and everything has been crammed back into our rucksacks we head out of our room and down the long corridor. We split up, Abby heads to check out and I head to prep the car ready for the journey. By the time I have my stuff in the car, the radio volume checked, the map set up and the vehicle reversed Abby is appearing from the reception jogging towards the car  "I asked the reception woman which way to Hobbiton and she wouldn't stop talking!" Abby was right that we didn't have time on our side today. She hopped into the car and I drove thankfully the correct direction out of the site. 

Our rush to leave has resulted in my being in the car with hair that is Un-brushed and skin that is un-moisturised and protected with sunscreen and so as we drive along Abby preps the required tools and then at traffic lights we act like a polished surgical duo:

"Scalpel... I mean hairbrush.." 

It's actually hilarious and results in a lot of giggling during the hourlong journey. We are clearly both optimistic about today and the mood is a very excited one :) We’ve got this! 

Google directions in New Zealand feels a bit laggy to me, as if it takes the map a while to catch up with where we really are yet we manage to agree on the turnings and we make it to the main highway! Hurray! 

The land of the Hobbits

We arrive in Hobbiton and, as expected, only have a few minutes to spare so we park up, I change into jeans as it is a kinda cloudy and cool and we head into the ticket office. 

Something I have noticed during my travels is that I have become much less bothered about who sees my knickers. If I want trousers on, then the shorts just come off and the trousers on. If I want my swimmers on, then I just do it now without really caring. Bra and pants in the car park seem very reasonable if it helps me get changed faster. I wonder how this would fair in much colder England. 



Abby heads to the desk to get the tickets. Would you believe that we now have time to buy coffee and gluten free cake - bless you New Zealand! 😍 Ah coffee, my dark delicious reviving friend. 

Then we set off, in the back of the tour bus... where the cool kids hangout... still giggling about our race to the shire! 


Photo bananas!

Hobiton is incredible! My expectations were modest but it was sooooo much fun I am so glad Abby had suggested it. The sky was cloudy and grey at the start of the tour, casting the scenery in a Scottish highlands look. So green and rolling, it gives me a warm fuzzy feeling to look at. No wonder the hobbits spoke with such fondness of it 😊






We arrive in Hobbiton. The attention to detail is outstanding. Each home front crafted with a keen eye, prepared to outwit those eagle eye movie nerds constantly checking for continuity errors. 

We are shown an enormous fake tree that was constructed at great cost and effort and all for a total of 6s of footage. 

We are told about the birthday cake that caught on fire, with the smoke visible in the movie.

From birds flying backwards to the local cats appearance, there is plenty for the movie geeks to hunt out and for the rest of us Hobiton is a magical place to dissolve ourselves into a world that captured our minds and hearts. 



More photos to follow :)