I live three hours away from paradise

As the summer holiday draws to a close, I refuse to resign myself to the usual dread that fills these last few days.

I have persuaded my friends to go on a spontaneous roadtrip with me in which we are all going to explore and be adventurers again.

Our planning for this one day roadtrip began on New Year’s day, right after 12am, and by 1am, we had decided to meet two days later to drive up North to a “developing” city named Tauranga, a three hour drive from where we reside.

I don’t know whether you know this, but here in New Zealand, developing cities don’t look like your usual slum of the earth.

Instead, picture a sunny harbourside town, where every street name and road sign has the word “ocean” or “coast” in it, and everybody in the neighbourhood looks extremely tan and fit. I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole town was selected to star in the next Baywatch.

Anyway, that’s where we found ourselves in, overdressed and overheated, strolling through a harbourside paradise.

To point out our exact location in paradise, we were in Papamoa, a suburb with a beach that residents actually use! something that rarely happens where I live.

Since I came unprepared to this harbourside town, without togs or a towel, I did not get a chance to bare my skin to the summer sun or dip my body into the ocean. I did have a front row view of the sea and watched longingly ahead at the surfers and swimmers catching their next big wave.

When the excitement seemed too good to miss out on, I rolled up my pants and ran into the crashing waves, not caring that my bottom-half was soaking wet and that I didn’t have a spare change of clothes.

The salt and sand was still on my mind when we left Papamoa. So I insisted we wrap up the evening by watching Indiana Jones late into the wee hours of the morning.

I want to wake up every morning in Papamoa. It reminds me of adventure and beaches, sand and sunshine, of things people should do more of to fill their lives with excitement.

As I wake up in my own bed with the wind howling outside, I ask myself, what can we do to make our lives more adventurous when we have jobs and responsibilities?

I hope to continue searching for an answer to that question as I return back to work next week.

Insomniac’s guide to falling asleep

It’s extremely hot and I can’t get to sleep. My sweat is sticking to the sheets and no amount of fanning can cool me down from this summer heat.

Normally, I would surrender to this heat until I’ve fallen asleep, but it’s 1am on Friday morning, the last day of the summer holiday and I don’t want to spend it in agony.

So I’m sitting up in bed typing out this blog and wondering what I should do before the day has barely begun.

Remember the singer from Owl City, the one who had insomnia? And how he used his sleepless nights to write his hit single Fireflies?

Not saying that I will produce a hit single, but I could spend it productively, like think about how to interior design my room which currently has nothing but my bed in the middle. Or I could write a poem, plan more roadtrips, read a book, or try to fall asleep.

My sister is awake in her room watching YouTube.

Seems like nobody can fall asleep in this sleepless summer heat.

What do you do when it’s boiling hot and you can’t fall asleep?