Around The World In 80 Waves

I am going to be touring around New Zealand for a couple of weeks, but straight away my time here is a day shorter than I thought I had, having lost a day when I travelled westward over the international date line. What happened to Monday?

I haven’t had enough time anywhere to see everything so I am used to it by now, and will see as much as I can.

I have flown into Auckland on the North Island but arrived too late for me to do much more than land myself.

I had hoped to be met by some of my friends at the airport but the information on my plane’s landing time that I had been supplied with was way off, and unsurprisingly they didn’t fancy a six hour wait at the airport for me to turn up.

Roddy and Sarah used to be neighbours of mine back in London and once again it is great to see familiar faces on my travels.

We spend a lovely evening catching up on gossip over a few beers and talking about everyone’s adventures during the twelve months since we had last seen each other, but it is a school night for everybody else and we turn in before it gets too late.

Not ‘too late’ being about 5am on the Tahitian clock, which I was still thinking it was that is.