It was a bright afternoon – no clouds, just pure blue lakes reflecting pure blue skies and the sun reflecting off snow-capped peaks. And I was on a bus winding along these empty New Zealand roads, the sound of Leonard Cohen’s Live from London concert floating through the bus speakers, his deep voice singing “Hallalujah” in an even deeper valley.
I felt like I was in a movie.
I had a lot of moments like that in New Zealand. And I think that’s what’s so great about travel: the way it gives our lives these movie-moments that can’t be found in the monotony of our usual routine.
What’s that phrase again? A picture is worth a thousand words? Well, that’s not true, I don’t think. Photos can’t capture the fullness of a moment, can’t capture the laughs I had playing a popular French card game with our friend from Lille, can’t capture the sound of an avalanche echoing through a valley, can’t capture the magnitude of the mountains and just how small you felt standing next to sheer cliff walls, your head straining back to peer at its peaks.
Photos can’t fully capture that. But that’s okay; they’re still fun to look at.
(P.S. My personal blog has made the leap from PenPointed Noise to a snazzy new Maps & Mochas so that I can write on more than just music and eventually PenPointed Noise will be laid to rest. See Maps & Mochas here.)