Finding my land legs; reverse culture shock
A small surprise essay for all subscribers.
I am writing to you from a hotel room in Queenstown having just been hit by the combined freight trains of a) land, and b) my inbox.
Apparently I got my sea legs last week, somewhere off the coast of Campbell Island, just in time to get back and need my land legs again. I’m about as nauseated and dizzy right now as I ever was in the 10-metre-high swells…