Where am I?

Here. The hostel consists of period railroad cars that have been dragged up onto a hillside overlooking the Tasman sea, about six kilometers south of the tiny town- village I suppose- of Raglan. Here is a view of the “carriage house”(the common room and largest kitchen), with Mt Karaoi in the background. Once again, it’s a beautiful day, and everybody is off surfing (everybody but me. I’m still fusing).



Pictured above is the secondary kitchen- the “dining car” The other kitchen is in the “carriage house” I prefer this one, which is smaller and frequently quieter. The carriage house is “party central”. No thanks.



Here’s the sliding hatch door of my room in “The Lady Eleanor”- the employee lodging. A grand name for the location of countless tawdry episodes, no doubt. Sitting on the step to the compartment, I feel like I’m in a Dorothea Lange photograph.



And this is as much of my living space that I was able to fit in a frame. It’s tiny, and smells musty. I bought some “white sage” incense from the local video store/internet café/incense store, and lit one stick before I decided it made it smell worse. Home for the next seven months?

This is a short entry, just to share the pictures. Diane asked me to take a camera video of the nurse as she removes my stitches. I don’t think I can upload video, but I’ll see what I can do, Diane. By the way, clicking on these pictures blows them up to a huge size on your screen, which Janet said worked to great effect on the “gaping wound” photo.

Hope all are well. Miss you.