…what a long, strange trip it’s been.
Well, mostly just long. Not really that strange. And certainly not a “trip” in…well, in the Dead sense of things. But I’m here! In New Zealand!
I set out on Monday, three bags of in tow, and boarded a flight from Minneapolis to Los Angeles. After arriving and spending a few hours at LAX, I took the red-eye from L.A. to Auckland. It was a twelve-hour flight, not as bad as I thought it would be–but as someone who hasn’t been blessed with the ability to sleep on planes, it wasn’t so fun, either. Disembarking at 5 am on Wednesday morning (crossing the International Date Line pushes you ahead a day), I then connected to my last flight: a tiny ATR bound for Palmerston North. Altogether, it took me twenty-two hours to fly a total of 8,292 miles.
Arriving at Massey didn’t go quite as planned–a misunderstanding on my part lead me on a lengthy hike across campus, which wasn’t optimal considering my eighty-odd pounds of luggage. But, as they would say here: I got it sorted, and can now claim a room and bed as my own.
So far, I couldn’t really claim any impressions of this new country. I think what first came to mind flying in was “Iowa with more trees”. It’s warm, if nothing else…putting on sandals again feels amazing! I’ve already been confused by a Kiwi accent and seen many sheep, so I guess I’m headed in the right direction. I’ll spend the next few days wandering around campus, learning the bus system (hopefully), and sleeping lots (probably). It’s noon here now, so I’m going to go grab some lunch and resist the overwhelming urge to nap. Until next time…