After visiting Saint David’s in Wales, a few days later, I travelled to New Zealand.
These notes are unedited, so please forgive any errors, and if you can't tough! Frankly, I don't care, Ta! The plane left Heathrow Airport at 10am on the 12th of November (Thursday) and after a brief stop in Dubai, Brunei, Brisbane: I arrive in Auckland 4am on Saturday morning. Four hours later, I was in Taupo, which is 1,250 feet above sea level, the lake resides inside an ancient volcano, and filled with brown and rainbow trout.
The surrounding area is still volcanically active with numerous hot water springs, some so warm that the water will burn your skin. The size of the lake is 616 square kilometres (238 square miles): 186 metres (610 feet) at its deepest point, and feeds the Waikato River.
(14th of November) After a brief rest, I was out in the town exploring. By the evening, I was whacked and in bed by 8.30pm, and slept until 8 the following morning. The time difference is 13 hours in front of the UK.
(15th November) Sunday: After breakfast, I walked along the lake near Taupo town, the weather was windy, rain, light, but that didn’t matter to me. I walk in all weathers. I stopped and talked with several different people and then walked up the Waikato River to the Huka Falls. The crystal water flowing out from Lake Taupo - 62 thousand gallons every second - thunders down the pass towards the sea. What a spectacular sight!
The lake is huge: nearly the size of Singapore, the surrounding scenery is fantastic. Mountains topped with snow in the distance can be seen across the water, trees everywhere, the whole area looks so fresh and clean.
The afternoon I spent in Taupo Library, I intend to study the history of the lake and write about it. I’ll be spending a lot of time there in study over the coming weeks. Maori traditions and stories are quite spectacular: I will write my next novel in this country, and spend the next few weeks collating ideas for the story. The topography reminds me of Wales, especially Pembrokeshire, around Saint David’s City, the smallest city in Wales. (A friend of mine once said I should write about Wales and will link the two countries). Then, I walked to the Wairakei Park and back to Taupo where I am staying, a pleasant day, a few glasses of wine, a light meal, and in bed by 10am.
(16th November) The following day I walked to a Hot Water Stream, there are many around New Zealand. I spent a pleasant hour bathing in the warm volcanic waters, which gushes force out of the mountainside and into the Waikato River, where its warmth is soon lost as it mixes with the cold water of the fast flowing river, as it ambles, and often thunders towards the sea. It was fun; fetched my grandson from school today for the first time.
(17th November) There is such a lot to do, a lot to see, many people to meet, and I intend to take in the rich diversity of this wonderful country before I settle in a corner and start to write. The open countryside is magical, high mountains, forests, cold and hot water streams; I will write about my experiences in this blog over the coming weeks, and describe my feelings and thoughts as I travel through this, my life journey. The weather today has been atrocious, rain, and more rain, but I still walked, nothing will stop me walking and exploring the country, rain or shine I’m out of doors.
The surrounding area is still volcanically active with numerous hot water springs, some so warm that the water will burn your skin. The size of the lake is 616 square kilometres (238 square miles): 186 metres (610 feet) at its deepest point, and feeds the Waikato River.
(14th of November) After a brief rest, I was out in the town exploring. By the evening, I was whacked and in bed by 8.30pm, and slept until 8 the following morning. The time difference is 13 hours in front of the UK.
(15th November) Sunday: After breakfast, I walked along the lake near Taupo town, the weather was windy, rain, light, but that didn’t matter to me. I walk in all weathers. I stopped and talked with several different people and then walked up the Waikato River to the Huka Falls. The crystal water flowing out from Lake Taupo - 62 thousand gallons every second - thunders down the pass towards the sea. What a spectacular sight!
The lake is huge: nearly the size of Singapore, the surrounding scenery is fantastic. Mountains topped with snow in the distance can be seen across the water, trees everywhere, the whole area looks so fresh and clean.
The afternoon I spent in Taupo Library, I intend to study the history of the lake and write about it. I’ll be spending a lot of time there in study over the coming weeks. Maori traditions and stories are quite spectacular: I will write my next novel in this country, and spend the next few weeks collating ideas for the story. The topography reminds me of Wales, especially Pembrokeshire, around Saint David’s City, the smallest city in Wales. (A friend of mine once said I should write about Wales and will link the two countries). Then, I walked to the Wairakei Park and back to Taupo where I am staying, a pleasant day, a few glasses of wine, a light meal, and in bed by 10am.
(16th November) The following day I walked to a Hot Water Stream, there are many around New Zealand. I spent a pleasant hour bathing in the warm volcanic waters, which gushes force out of the mountainside and into the Waikato River, where its warmth is soon lost as it mixes with the cold water of the fast flowing river, as it ambles, and often thunders towards the sea. It was fun; fetched my grandson from school today for the first time.
(17th November) There is such a lot to do, a lot to see, many people to meet, and I intend to take in the rich diversity of this wonderful country before I settle in a corner and start to write. The open countryside is magical, high mountains, forests, cold and hot water streams; I will write about my experiences in this blog over the coming weeks, and describe my feelings and thoughts as I travel through this, my life journey. The weather today has been atrocious, rain, and more rain, but I still walked, nothing will stop me walking and exploring the country, rain or shine I’m out of doors.
IT IS LATE SPRING NOW IN NEW ZEALAND, THE NORTH ISLAND IS SEMI TROPICAL WITH SUMMER JUST AROUND THE CORNER: I INTEND TO WALK AND WALK, TAKE PICTURES, WHICH I WILL SHARE WITH YOU over the coming weeks, and of course, to write. One of the reasons I am here, besides, visiting my son and his wife and my grandson, who is a delight to be with, and whom I am getting to know – the experience is wonderful, spending time with him is so important to me. Fetching him from nursery school is a real true joy, and makes me feel proud as he walks home with me, all the while asking for cuddles, which I gave him, but I still make him walk.
(18th November) What a day, it rained all day, after breakfast went out and walked around the lake. I have my wet water gear on, so it made little difference to me, as I walked around the lake, the wind blew, the rain sheeted, and it was fun. Met a man out with his dog, thought I was nuts to walk in the rain, he had the excuse he needed to walk his dog, I had no excuse, but I didn’t care, and we laughed together.
There are some nice houses around the lake, don’t know how much they cost, but they look expensive. Rotary is strong out here and sponsors a lot of environmental projects, if I have time I’ll attend a few meeting and get to know them, but I can’t see me having the time, when I settle to write - that is it – my time is already spent, most of my day will be taken up: anyway, I will see.
It is easy to get to know people out here, must try to remember their names – not very good remembering names, but they seem to remember mine - bed by 10pm.
(19th November) Up at 8pm, the sky cloudy, but it was fine. Left at 10pm to walk, decided to walk to the Aratiatia Dam, walked along the Waikato River, past the Huka Falls where the 100-metre wide 4-metre deep water, funnels into a 15-metre wide gap and the depth increases to 10 metres, water temperature ranges from 25C summer, to 10.5C in winter. The Dam and the river provide the North Island with 65% of its total energy requirements.
The sun soon came out and the weather turned really hot, the clouds melted and the sky turned blue. Walked for hours, the Dam was quite a way, and walked it total more than 14 miles, arrived back in Taupo at 6pm, tired but happy. The Dam is worth a visit, especially seeing the sluice gates being opened, birds abound, wildlife, everywhere. I felt as one with the environment.
At the Dam when I was eating lunch, talked to a number of people who were all from the Zip club. When I asked what it meant: told, all the member had open heart surgery, and the Zip, represented being cut open – novel you must admit. You meet all types of people when you walk.
A few beers, a takeaway Chinese meal, and in bed by 10pm, really tired, feet on fire with the tramping, but happy, walking in the country is really good, but need to be careful of the sun, it is hot, very hot, and will get hotter as the weeks go by.
(20th November) After yesterday, I did not intend to walk a lot today, up around 8pm, breakfasted and left to walk around town, took the long way along the Waikato River, past Cherry Tree Island, called into the museum, intended to spend a few hours at the library, but after spending a few hours at the museum didn’t have the time. This country is growing on me with every passing day.
The evening saw five of us at a Thai restaurant, friends are easy to make out here, the food was really good and then on to a party. Stayed only an hour, feeling tired, and then back to where I’m staying, a few beers, a read – just finished a novel I had from the library, by Sharon Penman, “Cruel as the Grave,” medieval history, and then to bed by 10am.
(21st November) Up at 8.30am - read until 9.30am, and then I went to look at a house that was for rent. The people were moving our next Tuesday, a semi near Cherry Tree Island, just outside Taupo, a stone’s throw away from the town, I knew immediately I would take it, but told the owner that I need to sleep on it first, this is a little quirk of mine – I sleep on any decision. The house is near the River Waikato, this is some river, I know I have mentioned it several times, but it really is grand and will be spending a lot of time walking its banks. I like to be close to nature, when I walk, ideas of what to write comes flooding out from my mind. Always, I have a pen and paper at the ready and write my thoughts down.
The house is unfurnished, but that is not a problem, I have a bed, cooker and fridge, the owner said he could get them for me, he was the person whose barbecue in attended the day before. As for the rest of the things I need, there are a few charity shops in town, and will search them and get what I want – with a little bartering, I will pick everything I need without paying out a lot.
I intend to stay until my next manuscript is complete, which will be around the end of March next year. I know the plot, but need to flesh out my plan a little more and then start to write, end of next week should see me complete that, and then the writing will begin. By then, I should have the freezer full with food, will cook a load and freeze in large batches, saves a lot of money that way – on a tight budget.
I will be moving into the house next Saturday, and need a table by then, and a chair on which to write. It is fun trying to furnish a house as cheaply as possible for only a few months, and then I’ll give them to the charity shops, I do so enjoy bartering.
My plan is straightforward, to be up around 7am, walk for a few hours, around the river and lake, and of course the forests, and spend the rest of the day writing, evening will be for reading, not much for TV, intend to read three different authors every week, ones I am not familiar with. Nearly finished my second by Robert Harris “The Ghost:” A sentence from that books sticks in my mind when referring to America: “New England is basically Old England on steroids – wider roads, bigger woods, larger spaces, even the sky seemed huge and glossy.”
I’ll be spending quite a lot of time in the library, already talked with the Librarian, and suggested I give a talk about my work – there was definite interest – also, may contact Rotary and give a talk at one of their meetings. Moreover, my son and family lives in Taupo, and I will spend time with my grandson, who is important to me, very much so, we are getting to know each other. He is brilliant to be with, but I do miss my other grandchildren back in Wales, I have such a close relationship with them, and my other children, but I keep in contact with them by email and messenger.
Planning my time, to make the most of it: As I said earlier, up at 7am, walk until around 10am – something I will get up and 6am and use the morning for writing, and, later, walk over to my grandson and spend a few hours with him before the goes to bed, also learning a few Maori words.
Furthermore, he will be spending a few nights a week with me and I will take and fetch him from school – life is good – I really do like this country. It reminds me of Wales in Panoramic View: in bed my 9.45pm. Sometime I intend to join a gym, there are a few around, and there is a local swimming pool, which I intend to use.
(22nd November) Weather overcast today, stayed in my room, and guess what! I started to write my next novel, up at 8am, read until 11.30, opened my laptop and started to write. It is now almost 3pm in the afternoon, and I have done my first 1000 words. I wasn’t intending to write until next week, but here I am, feeling good, will now spend some time with my grandson and the evening reading – can’t see me walking a lot today. Fetched my grandson from nursery school.
Spent the evening reading, stayed in most of the day, (didn’t walk at all, needed the rest) reading another novel, an American Author, they do so skip on the grammar, by Mary Higgins Clark, “While my Pretty one Sleeps.” The plot is good, next, will read her other novel “Loves Music, Loves to Dance.” Tomorrow, I will go down the Library and mooch the town for what I need.
(23rd November) up at 7am: breakfast and out for a walk, around town and down to the library, they are definitely interested in me giving a talk, could be a few, will see, hopefully they’ll order my books. The afternoon looked around the charity shops – interesting.
I had an email today, there is interest in placing my novels on kindle, e-books with Amazon, haven’t as yet studied the details, will do so tomorrow, need to sleep on it, already there are half a million books to down load from Amazon. Will get a kindle, been meaning to for a while, they are around $400. But things are moving a pace.
Found a book at the library, read it until late last night and will finish it tomorrow morning, it is not often that a book influences me as much as this one did: The author is Diana Athill “Somewhere Towards The End,” her biography, Winner of the Cost Biography Award 2008; she was born in 1917.
Life is strange, and yet it has great meaning to her; her story moved me to the quick of my being, there is meaning in every word she uses: what’s it like to grow old. Her sexuality, her innermost thoughts and feeling are all placed to paper. Her soul she lays bare.
It is quite a short book, but long will it remain inside my psyche – until I die: I recommend, if you can get a copy to read it, her candour and economic prose on religion, regrets, and sex are invigorating.
There is so much I could say about this book, but will let her voice talk by using a few quotes from her book. I hope she doesn’t mind, I will write to her and tell her in any event – I would dearly like to spend a few hours in her company and listen to what she has to say about life.
(24th November) Just finished her book this morning. She writes about sex and women, and how women see it differently from men, despite what the new modern woman says about being liberated.
Her words:
“Sex obliterates the individuality of a young woman more often that it does that of a young man, because so much more of a woman than a man is used by sex. I have tried to believe that most of this difference comes from conditioning, but can’t do so. Conditioning reinforces it, but essentially it is a matter of biological functioning. There is no physical reason why a man shouldn’t turn and walk away from any act of sex he performs, whereas every act of sex performed by a woman has the potential of changing her mode of being for the rest of her life. He simply triggers the existence of another human being; she has to build it out of her own physical substance, carry it inside her, bond with it whether she likes it or not – and to say that she has been freed from this by the pill is nonsense.”
What I think she is saying is, I don’t mould man and woman together as a homogeneity, there are differences that should be recognised and will always be there.
Again, she was never much of gardener in early life, but look how her attitude has changed in old age – she worked up until she was seventy five of age before she finally retired:
“Getting one’s hand into the earth, spreading roots, making plant comfortable – it is a totally absorbing occupation, like painting or writing, so that you become what you are doing and are given a wonderful release from consciousness of self.”
I can relate to these feelings. But her most poignant thoughts come from a poem, about her mother, who died in the nineties when she herself was in her seventies, and she entitled it “The Gift.”
It is easy to get to know people out here, must try to remember their names – not very good remembering names, but they seem to remember mine - bed by 10pm.
(19th November) Up at 8pm, the sky cloudy, but it was fine. Left at 10pm to walk, decided to walk to the Aratiatia Dam, walked along the Waikato River, past the Huka Falls where the 100-metre wide 4-metre deep water, funnels into a 15-metre wide gap and the depth increases to 10 metres, water temperature ranges from 25C summer, to 10.5C in winter. The Dam and the river provide the North Island with 65% of its total energy requirements.
The sun soon came out and the weather turned really hot, the clouds melted and the sky turned blue. Walked for hours, the Dam was quite a way, and walked it total more than 14 miles, arrived back in Taupo at 6pm, tired but happy. The Dam is worth a visit, especially seeing the sluice gates being opened, birds abound, wildlife, everywhere. I felt as one with the environment.
At the Dam when I was eating lunch, talked to a number of people who were all from the Zip club. When I asked what it meant: told, all the member had open heart surgery, and the Zip, represented being cut open – novel you must admit. You meet all types of people when you walk.
A few beers, a takeaway Chinese meal, and in bed by 10pm, really tired, feet on fire with the tramping, but happy, walking in the country is really good, but need to be careful of the sun, it is hot, very hot, and will get hotter as the weeks go by.
(20th November) After yesterday, I did not intend to walk a lot today, up around 8pm, breakfasted and left to walk around town, took the long way along the Waikato River, past Cherry Tree Island, called into the museum, intended to spend a few hours at the library, but after spending a few hours at the museum didn’t have the time. This country is growing on me with every passing day.
The evening saw five of us at a Thai restaurant, friends are easy to make out here, the food was really good and then on to a party. Stayed only an hour, feeling tired, and then back to where I’m staying, a few beers, a read – just finished a novel I had from the library, by Sharon Penman, “Cruel as the Grave,” medieval history, and then to bed by 10am.
(21st November) Up at 8.30am - read until 9.30am, and then I went to look at a house that was for rent. The people were moving our next Tuesday, a semi near Cherry Tree Island, just outside Taupo, a stone’s throw away from the town, I knew immediately I would take it, but told the owner that I need to sleep on it first, this is a little quirk of mine – I sleep on any decision. The house is near the River Waikato, this is some river, I know I have mentioned it several times, but it really is grand and will be spending a lot of time walking its banks. I like to be close to nature, when I walk, ideas of what to write comes flooding out from my mind. Always, I have a pen and paper at the ready and write my thoughts down.
The house is unfurnished, but that is not a problem, I have a bed, cooker and fridge, the owner said he could get them for me, he was the person whose barbecue in attended the day before. As for the rest of the things I need, there are a few charity shops in town, and will search them and get what I want – with a little bartering, I will pick everything I need without paying out a lot.
I intend to stay until my next manuscript is complete, which will be around the end of March next year. I know the plot, but need to flesh out my plan a little more and then start to write, end of next week should see me complete that, and then the writing will begin. By then, I should have the freezer full with food, will cook a load and freeze in large batches, saves a lot of money that way – on a tight budget.
I will be moving into the house next Saturday, and need a table by then, and a chair on which to write. It is fun trying to furnish a house as cheaply as possible for only a few months, and then I’ll give them to the charity shops, I do so enjoy bartering.
My plan is straightforward, to be up around 7am, walk for a few hours, around the river and lake, and of course the forests, and spend the rest of the day writing, evening will be for reading, not much for TV, intend to read three different authors every week, ones I am not familiar with. Nearly finished my second by Robert Harris “The Ghost:” A sentence from that books sticks in my mind when referring to America: “New England is basically Old England on steroids – wider roads, bigger woods, larger spaces, even the sky seemed huge and glossy.”
I’ll be spending quite a lot of time in the library, already talked with the Librarian, and suggested I give a talk about my work – there was definite interest – also, may contact Rotary and give a talk at one of their meetings. Moreover, my son and family lives in Taupo, and I will spend time with my grandson, who is important to me, very much so, we are getting to know each other. He is brilliant to be with, but I do miss my other grandchildren back in Wales, I have such a close relationship with them, and my other children, but I keep in contact with them by email and messenger.
Planning my time, to make the most of it: As I said earlier, up at 7am, walk until around 10am – something I will get up and 6am and use the morning for writing, and, later, walk over to my grandson and spend a few hours with him before the goes to bed, also learning a few Maori words.
Furthermore, he will be spending a few nights a week with me and I will take and fetch him from school – life is good – I really do like this country. It reminds me of Wales in Panoramic View: in bed my 9.45pm. Sometime I intend to join a gym, there are a few around, and there is a local swimming pool, which I intend to use.
(22nd November) Weather overcast today, stayed in my room, and guess what! I started to write my next novel, up at 8am, read until 11.30, opened my laptop and started to write. It is now almost 3pm in the afternoon, and I have done my first 1000 words. I wasn’t intending to write until next week, but here I am, feeling good, will now spend some time with my grandson and the evening reading – can’t see me walking a lot today. Fetched my grandson from nursery school.
Spent the evening reading, stayed in most of the day, (didn’t walk at all, needed the rest) reading another novel, an American Author, they do so skip on the grammar, by Mary Higgins Clark, “While my Pretty one Sleeps.” The plot is good, next, will read her other novel “Loves Music, Loves to Dance.” Tomorrow, I will go down the Library and mooch the town for what I need.
(23rd November) up at 7am: breakfast and out for a walk, around town and down to the library, they are definitely interested in me giving a talk, could be a few, will see, hopefully they’ll order my books. The afternoon looked around the charity shops – interesting.
I had an email today, there is interest in placing my novels on kindle, e-books with Amazon, haven’t as yet studied the details, will do so tomorrow, need to sleep on it, already there are half a million books to down load from Amazon. Will get a kindle, been meaning to for a while, they are around $400. But things are moving a pace.
Found a book at the library, read it until late last night and will finish it tomorrow morning, it is not often that a book influences me as much as this one did: The author is Diana Athill “Somewhere Towards The End,” her biography, Winner of the Cost Biography Award 2008; she was born in 1917.
Life is strange, and yet it has great meaning to her; her story moved me to the quick of my being, there is meaning in every word she uses: what’s it like to grow old. Her sexuality, her innermost thoughts and feeling are all placed to paper. Her soul she lays bare.
It is quite a short book, but long will it remain inside my psyche – until I die: I recommend, if you can get a copy to read it, her candour and economic prose on religion, regrets, and sex are invigorating.
There is so much I could say about this book, but will let her voice talk by using a few quotes from her book. I hope she doesn’t mind, I will write to her and tell her in any event – I would dearly like to spend a few hours in her company and listen to what she has to say about life.
(24th November) Just finished her book this morning. She writes about sex and women, and how women see it differently from men, despite what the new modern woman says about being liberated.
Her words:
“Sex obliterates the individuality of a young woman more often that it does that of a young man, because so much more of a woman than a man is used by sex. I have tried to believe that most of this difference comes from conditioning, but can’t do so. Conditioning reinforces it, but essentially it is a matter of biological functioning. There is no physical reason why a man shouldn’t turn and walk away from any act of sex he performs, whereas every act of sex performed by a woman has the potential of changing her mode of being for the rest of her life. He simply triggers the existence of another human being; she has to build it out of her own physical substance, carry it inside her, bond with it whether she likes it or not – and to say that she has been freed from this by the pill is nonsense.”
What I think she is saying is, I don’t mould man and woman together as a homogeneity, there are differences that should be recognised and will always be there.
Again, she was never much of gardener in early life, but look how her attitude has changed in old age – she worked up until she was seventy five of age before she finally retired:
“Getting one’s hand into the earth, spreading roots, making plant comfortable – it is a totally absorbing occupation, like painting or writing, so that you become what you are doing and are given a wonderful release from consciousness of self.”
I can relate to these feelings. But her most poignant thoughts come from a poem, about her mother, who died in the nineties when she herself was in her seventies, and she entitled it “The Gift.”
THE GIFT (by Diana Athill)
It took my mother two days to die, the first of them cruelas her body, ninety-five years old, crushed beyond repair.
I found her, “an emergency” behind screens in a crowned ward,
jaw dropped, tongue lolling, eyes unseeing.
Unconscious? No. When about to vomit she gasped “Basin!”
She was aware of what she was having to endure.
I put my hand on hers. Her hand shifted, eyelids heaved up.
Her eyes focused.
Out of the deep in that dying woman came a great flash
of recognition and of upmost joy.
My brother was there. Later he said,
“That was a very beautiful smile she gave you.”
It was the love I had never doubted flaming into visibility.
I saw what I had always believed in.
Next morning; quietness, sleep,
intervals of murmured talk.
“She is better!”
“She s feeling much better, said the kind nurse,
“but she is still very ill.”
I understood the warning and that what seemed miracle was morphine.
What did I feel? Like Siamese twins, one wanting her never to
die.
The other dismayed at the thought of renewed life,
of having to go on dreading pain for her, go on foreseeing
her increasing helplessness and my guilt
at not giving up my life to be with her all the time.
What I felt was bad at being in two minds but only for a while,
because
perched in my skull above this conflict there was a referee
saying, “Neither of you can win so shut up
and get on with doing whatever comes next.
Her collapsed body eased, she was disconcerting to be with
because so alive.
On the edge of ceasing to exist
there she was, herself, tired but perfectly ordinary,
telling me what to do with her dog and where to find her will.
When my cousin protested “But you’ll soon be back home” she
was cross.
“Don’t be absurd,” she said, “I could go any minute.”
Then, after a long sleep, she turned her head a little and said,
“Did I tell you that last week Jack drove me
to the nursery garden, to buy that eucalyptus?”
I too loved that garden and the drive through country
we had both known all our lives.
“You told me he was going to,” I said. “Was it fun?”
She answered drearily – her last words before sleeping again
out of which sleep she didn’t wake:
“It was absolutely divine.”
This poem says it all, better than ever I could. A remarkable woman indeed!
And:
“Life is beautiful, extremely beautiful. And when you are old you think, you remember, you care and you appreciate. You are thankful for everything. For everything... I know about bad, but I look only for the good.”
"...I can look back and see that although a human life is less that the blink of an eyelid in terms of the universe, within its own framework it is amazingly capacious so that it can contain many opposites. One life can contain serenity and tumult, heartbreak and happiness, coldness and warmth, grabbing and giving..."
What a wonderful, woman, I thing you will agree.
Later that day, I went to a charity shop, Salvation Army, bought a table, three chairs, a glass dish, and the most important, a tea pot – I now need a kettle. I am moving in my own house next Saturday - rented - will settle in and write, need to make progress on the manuscript I have just started, will write 10,000 a week, 2,000 words per day. Now, I'm reading another novel, in bed by 10pm - good night!
Daily number of steps I walk.
NOVEMBER
14th 21,000
15th 22,700
16th 15,500
17th 17,500
18th 26,000
19th 37,000
20th 27,500
21st 14,800
22st 1,700
23rd 14,000
24th 15,500
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