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These are my thoughts, learnings and reflections after finishing my side project, unac, a game written in Go using Datastar.

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Windswept boughs, bent and bowed, stubbornly resisted the relentless wind.

Sunlight glistened on the ragged ridges of ice, like white teeth gleaming in the mirror after a good brushing.

Silky sheets of snow draped the shoulders of the tall, upright mountains.

Soggy, squelchy mud was visible through the cracks in the wooden planks underfoot.

A vivid, turquoise river snaked its way through the rugged, tree-covered hillside, sustained by the vast stretch of blue that was Lake Cochrane.

Claws of white cloud stretched over the red stone cliffs, as if tearing away at its crumbling face.

Crystal-clear water lapped against the white-grey marble of the cliffs.

The hills surrounding the bay were a mosaic of colour.

The jagged peaks reared above us like stallions, bedecked in snow.

A dreary haze hung over the bustling city; a thin layer of smog clinging to the skyscrapers in poor imitation of the fluffy white clouds shrouding the peaks of the nearby Andes.

The landscape stretches out before us like a rumpled blanket in all directions, the rugged hills turning to fingers of exposed rock as they reach for the sky.

The cold, drab buildings match the bleak, overcast sky above.

Last weekend, Katharina and I took the opportunity of good weather to venture to Rügen, an island off the northern coast of Germany in the Baltic sea, where we camped for 2 nights.

So, "where are you going next?"

The weekend following Kirsty's departure to England, I headed down to check out Regensburg, in Bavaria, and also to catch up with Stephanie, who'd recently moved there.

The fleeting weeks of summer have come and gone in Germany, and the dark chill of winter has begun to settle in.

# Off the coast of Ari'ielas, 1218pa Waves gently rocked the boat under a pale moonlit sky.

So about 6 weeks ago I was doing an internal training session at work and was sitting next to a Portuguese girl, Angela.

It began with a 4:15 wake up, followed by a brisk early morning walk through the mostly empty streets of Charlottenburg, to Savignyplatz S-Bahn station, where I caught the S7 to Hauptbahnhof (central station).

BOOM.

Bendish Lodge, but not in Bendish; King’s Walden, but not King’s Walden; Near Hitchin, but not really that close; Definitely in Hertfordshire though; England What a mouthful of an address!

January 14-18th, 2016 I walked a lot.

Roots clambered over weathered stone, clinging desperately to fragments destined to fall.

Torrents of water gush out over the lip and plunge down to the murky pool below.

Rain pattered down upon the roofs around us.

Here I sit, at the dining table of my mother's house in Auckland, New Zealand.

# Imperial Palace, Ahrkan, 1218pa Chancellor Sirinaas looked out over the city from the palace balcony.

“I, Kymar Gelepir, swear to defend Tronfalle Castle with my life and devote my services as a soldier to you, my Lord.”