I miss the sea. Specifically, I miss Kare Kare, my spiritual home – scene of many defining moments in my life, happy and sad, and probably the first place I take anyone who visits me in New Zealand. I miss the sea at Koh Lanta in Thailand too – a much friendlier sea than on the tumultuous west coast of New Zealand and not nearly so majestic but languid, tepid, like bathwater left too long alone.
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