Everyone around me was from New Zealand and the more time I spent around them the more aware I was of my flat American accent.
Each seat in front of us had a screen and one could select TV shows and movies so I wound up watching an episode of Little Britain, Firefly (it just gets better and better) and finally "The World's Fastest Indian." Such a cute movie and hey, Bonneville Salt Flats! :D I tried to watch an episode of Futurama...TWICE. I kept falling asleep during it.
My biggest complaint was my own fault...I had forgotten a water bottle and wound up very, very dehydrated.
Bit of an adventure through customs. They almost didn't let me in the country. More than a few years ago my passport went through the wash but I'd never had a problem with it flying to and from Canada. They read me the riot act here. If I had been going on to another country rather than back to the states or staying longer they very easily might have rejected me. I was sweating bullets for a little bit. Must get a replacement ASAP. Sure...I finally have a neat stamp on my passport and then have to get a new one. Sheesh.
I just can't understand how someone can act SO mad...so EARLY in the morning! One guy was seriously close to yelling. Fortunately for me...his supervisor was a lot more reasoned. Whew!
They confiscated my beef jerky. I guess I can understand that.
The air was thick and dark in Auckland. It smells...different. Rich and loamy and humid. I didn't realize how much I was dragging but as I walked from the international terminal to the domestic flight terminal dragging my suitcase people were passing me like I was in slow motion. Perhaps I was.
The flight from Auckland to Christchurch was uneventful. I slept probaby half the time. The other half I looked out at the tops of mountains. The clouds looked like quilt batting draped over them.
It's overcast in Christchurch today. Reminds me a bit of some of the days in Canada this last summer.
It was great to see Mark and fun to be driven in a car with the steering wheel on the other side. Christchurch is flat, the houses are cute and all have yards. Mark's place is such a bachelor pad, yet opening up the sliding door and going to the backyard there are several roses. I should go and trim them this week for him.
I thought I was okay...it's 2:30 on Thursday back home in Utah. Today ... here, now...it's 10:30 in the morning on St. Patrick's day.
Must find a place to nap!