I’ve found me a pirate! This is my kayaking partner, Chris, who helped me paddle back from the campground in Abel Tasman National Park. It took us about five hours, but we stopped for a picnic lunch on the beach (and to periodically splash water on Jen and Amanda with our oars). He’s from England and is traveling with his two “mates” for a year (fellow Lost Boys!). We paddled along and talked about all the places we’ve been and how our travel-lust list just grows longer—not shorter—the more countries we visit.
He asked where we were staying tonight, and I said I had no idea. So he suggested we crash at a lodge near the park where a pirate-themed party was happening. The girls and I pulled together whatever pirate attire we could find in our backpacks, tying scarves around our heads and drawing skull-and-crossbones tattoos on our arms with black eyeliner. Too bad I look more like I belong on a Richard Simmons workout video than sailing the Seven Seas. Oh well, I’m always up for a party. And when you’ve got no agenda, anything can happen.