Went on a little adventure this weekend gone.
I was bored, so drove up north, also known as the Far North,
to 90 Mile Beach (which isn’t 90 miles long) and right to the very tippy top
of New Zealand, a place Cape Reinga .
Was a lot of fun..
Here’s a video :)
PS, please forgive the poor quality, it was all filmed on my Samsung Note 3, handheld and in a cradle so it’s really shaky… also been learning Final Cut Pro X on the mac, so forgive the terrible editing :)
All material copyright: Yanni Migias
Not for stock or unlicensed use.
My Blog at: http://www.uneasypills.com
My Web at: http://www.asylumimages.com <— Online Shop :) Please show your support :)
My Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/user/Z3bra
My dA Site: http://asylumimages.deviantart.com
I have , for the last million or so years been a hardened PC user, you know, from the good old days of msdos 5 something, with Quem and and what not, through to drdos, os/2(warp), linux, and most all of windows from 3.1 onwards…
So I went and got a mac.
As much as I really do like Windows 7, i’ve used 8 quite a bit, and microsoft have really lost the plot. they took what was a essentially a stable and usable UI and turned it into an abomination…trying to meld their mobile and touch devices with the same look/feel as real lc’s.. it just doesn’t work.
For me at least, the mac is proving to be good for photography…. there are some issues… adobe sucks balls with their stupid pricing for Lightroom.. there’s no decent video editing software that works like Sony Vegas, as I love that layout and workflow…. i’m sure there’s more, but i have to remind myself, this is a different platform it works differently and not to expect it to be like windows.
However.. I feel Paralles coming on soon with a windows install for my video editing :)
What are your thoughts ??
Comment here on the blog and lets see :)
Because by the time you’re done with the medical profession.. you’ll wish you just got hit by a bus instead….
So, not feeling too bright the last week or so, went to my doctors on Monday…..
Finding that my original doctor has resigned, made me very happy… didn’t like her much. New doctor… very cool dude with a weird accent….
Explaining the gubbins to the doc, and he writes me a script to get blood-works done…. i mentioned to him in passing that I’m not sure my blood has ever done an honest days work in its life… he said not to worry, he could tell just by looking at the size my stomach……
…… decide this doctor is a keeper – he has a sense of humour.
He said I’d need to be NBM for the night, and i was.. aww ok..
at this point in the story, it’s important to note that i generally goof-off a lot, more so if the situation is more serious…. …
next day, Tuesday morning at 7am i show up bright and early at the blood vampiring lab place to give my donation to the red sucker testers….
I was the second one there. sweet, no long wait…… the nurse comes up and askes me if I’m me and to follow her, so as a good me i am i did……
Now, I’m not feeling the best, haven’t had anything to eat or drink since last night, and am really hanging out for a drink of water or coffee… me.. not in the best of moods…
So she sat me down and in her professional English-is-not-her-first-language way asked me to roll my right sleeve up…. to which i smiled at her as she looked at my arm, and i pointed out…. short sleeves… no rolling required….. I’m not sure if she totally understood me or not….
she put that thingie on that stops the blood flowing….. dabbed my little soon to be mono-vamperic hole arm, and… suck me, THREEE FUCKING TIMES with a needle.. all of which was followed by me saying “DANGIT” and her going “sorry” before she managed to get the thing right, and suck 2 vials of my reddy goodness…
.. she broke my arm
note at this point, that i very quickly decided it was wrong to be one of the first people in because i think the nurses just start warming up on them….. wasn’t at all impressed.
Then, bless her cotton socks, she hands me a sample vial and a cup thingie and says.. and i shit you not.. “i want to sample your urine”…..
….at which point i seriously could not help myself and i started laughing at her and said she’d have to pay me for the privilege , which i think she understood cause she didn’t seem so impressed.. .. who knows, maybe in her previous profession she was a “pro” if you get my drift…. *cough* anyways…… i asked her if i could have that as a takeaway as i had already hosed down a few mountains and wasn’t quite up to carving out a valley with out my morning coffee just yet.
she wasn’t impressed – again – like i really cared at that time.
she spoke to the receptionist who gave me a nice brown paper bag to stuff the gear in
… and so off i went to work… bleh bleh…
anyways, i returned few hours later with said expected sample as requested in my own magical way…
…..the receptionist wasn’t impressed.
I’ve a follow up with the doc on Friday with the test results….
i fear the worst though…. i think he’s gona tell me I’m pregnant..
The moral of the story… meh i haven’t a clue.
It’s a story, factual, for your entertainment at my suffering.
Well.. because, I assume when it decides it’s going to post its self…
it should be about 5 or 6am NZT, I could well be at an airport,
likely getting through customs, or on a plane, or picking my nose.
WHAT! you say, an airport.. ?? yes, picking my nose.
I haven’t been to Australia for about 30 years.
Do I miss it ? can’t remember it to know if I do or not.
Do I care ? I didn’t used to, but I do.
It’s the ‘almost’ beginning of my new journey in life.
The ‘actual’ beginning began 4 years ago when I started going to Hawaii to visit a very dear friend ( and I shall, with luck, continue to do so, so long as i have the means to).
So, what is so important to make me want to go there, or, even expand this journey?
Good soulful people with whom we have created a friendship out of common interests, non judgementally, honestly, openly, accepting of our individual beliefs, cultures, taste in weird food, ice cream flavours, hair colours, and maybe just a little craziness
But in the end.. because there are still good people in this world, and we should make the effort to attach ourselves to experiences that we would not have normally had, had we decided that the world or people we would otherwise have known didn’t matter.
Over the coming years, I will endeavour to go and visit more countries that contain more of these beautiful and amazing friendships that have been forged, to meet these people ‘in real life’, to connect and to enjoy, to breathe and walk with them, to share and experience some of what life is like for them, and hopefully to make both our lives a little less mundane, a little more expanded.
I hope, that they in turn, some day, in some way, may be able to do a similar thing, for someone they know. I hope.
We should all do this though, even if it’s only ever once in our lives, even if it’s just within our own country, city, or neighbourhood. Step out of our little plastic containers that we live in, and remind each other that outside, is a whole world of adventure and wonderment just waiting to be discovered.
Remind ourselves that it doesn’t matter who we are, where we come from or what we do, we are all the same people, we are all the same.
Except maybe the really crazy ones, but, hey, even they may have had a heart or common sense at one time, but decided that politics was a better choice for them. Oh did I just pick on a group of people… maybe I did.
Anyway, it’s… 11:22pm, Wednesday the 25th of June 2014.. right now.
And I’m going to get some rest, I have an early flight to catch.
See if you can guess where I’m going later this year, and next year.
Might be your country… want to hang out, eat ice cream ? Drop me a note, comment here, or on Facebook, … lets chat
What do you think ?
Comments, subscribe, be sexy