St James Walk and the singing spirits: 02.july.2004

Like ever, I just stop when I want, when something is catching my attention. This time a strange vegetation.
I get in the dirty car park where a van like mine was just living the place. Take some warm clothes and go tramping

The death forest, so I will call this place. The atmosphere arround me is still strange. The diffuse light of the sun diffuse by the clouds emphasis the atmosphare of DEATH...
Should I enter and break the silent of this sacred place ? As some know me, I would. My curiosity is to strong to stop me. So I enter into the Death Forest. The sound of my steps break this classical silence you have in some horror film before something terrible happend. The frozen herbs continue to break under the pressure of my foot on the floor. I look arround me: nothing, no movement.
I reach a lake. As expected it was frozen, death like the rest. His dark color seems to capture everything prisonier under the thick ice layer. The cristal motiv on the surface of the ice force this danger impression, with strait lines, like a "Barbele" fan (Don t know the word in English).
I continue my step entering into the deep of the forest, the trees seems to observe me, they looked scared and beautifull with they spidernet-like-vegetation. Maybie this mousse was the origine of their imobility. Now I couldn t see the sky anymore, the trail bring me to a more alive place, with the sound of the water going down into a valley fulled with trees. I enter with the courage of Ulys ...... yes ...sudently...a sound !
I comes from over there, my step beginn to go faster, I begin to run betwenn the deep forest...then I stop...listen to the sound, that moves as fast as light arround me. It was a fascinating sound and I couldn t figure out what it was...I begin to run again...then stoped again and look over me, the thin and long trees where hiding something...What was this noise ? I turn arround when something just fly over me. It was here close, very close above my head.
I begin to sing with him. His curriosity was like mine and so he show himself. 20 m upper my head on a tree a parrot. Ah! Funny .He stopped to sing, look down at me and beginn to speak.
The singer: Who are you to disturb the silent of the forest.
The Crazy French: HEy cool an spiking Parrot ! I m the crazy french.
The Singer: Crazy you can be, but please stop singing, it s sounds uggly.
The Crazy French: Hey I know I have to train, but hey Sorry, I just try to communicate with you.
The Singer: I m the singing Spirit, messenger of the forest, I can speak like you can but my songs are ensorceled with the secret power of the light able to bring life or to freeze any of it in the time.
The Crazy French:What ? I don t understand anything. You r just a parrot, so stop kidding me ! Hey I never think to see a parrot in New Zealand, its so cold here !
The Singer: You foul, without respect, come back when your smart enough and I will show you the power of the song of light.

So he left me with that words...and I never saw him again. I even didn t understand what he was saying. Strange parrots.

As I came back, my van was full with Sand-flies. Not 10 but maybie a good 50 pieces (this is as true as I m crazy). I just scratch them again the window. Was it a punition ? No I don t believe in that kind of stuff ! Its coincidence. I never kill anything since it is a mousquitos ! And thats a kind of. The female of this insect are the only one who bites you, so they can lay their eggs later...Nature and wemens !
I quit the death forest and the singing Spirit and continue my road to cape Foulwind.
What a strange stop over !?%##$?