Covid 19 lockdown failure

What can I say, there is no doubt I am a lockdown failure.  I’d originally planned to do heaps of things during this time of being alone in my apartment.  Here are just a few:

• improve my level of te Reo Maori (the Maori language)
• visit art galleries and museums around the world
• write numerous blogs
• complete a bio of my life – only halfway through it
• eat well – succeeded but just ate too much
• catch up on my reading pile – sort of completed (but bought more for my e-reader)

However, what I did do was travel.  Armchair travel via a few of my thousands and thousands of photos and I’ve set aside a few to show you.

So this is the first of my gratitude blogs.  I still cannot believe that someone who had only left New Zealand a couple of times before I was 50 years old (a couple of weeks in Australia, and a month in the USA -mostly the Pacific Northwest.

Looking at my photos I’m amazed at the amazing life I’ve led.  So in no particular order, and chosen for no particular reason, here are a few of my memories – memory lanes I’ve slipped down while I should have been exploring or studying all sorts of things.

King of Cambodia shakes hand with me

glad I’m a travel writer

I’m given some tea by a salt pan family. Gujarat

Rain Forest World Music Festival Sarawak, Malaysia

Festival in my street! Cupadupa

hanging out at Buckingham Plalace

National park India

Njord, Viking River Cruise

Cruise and paddle board in Fiji

Hone contemplating!