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So... that happened.

Well. I have arrived in Auckland. Literally, just arrived. It's a rainy day of about 70 degrees here, even though they keep insisting on using that ridiculous celsius bullshit. (crazy people). I departed early saturday morning at 7am from portland, hung out in lax with chad briefly while he was frisked by a police officer on a motorbike, then I boarded a bus to my plane. It took us way out ont he tarmack and up to a special boarding room for the huge plane I was about to ride on. I got on, seat 50k (who knew it went to 50, wierd), then continued to watch movies, take sleeping pills that did not make you sleepy but just made you act retarded once asleep, and briefly listen to my ipod (crucial battery rationing). I arrived in Hong Kong at 8:35pm on sunday night, and was immediately greeted by some small asian woman from Cathay Pacific who obviously wanted to make out with me so we got along splendidly. Her job was to escort us the long, long distance between our arriving gate and our departing gate. I explained to her that, in the states, they'd just say "fuck'em" and let us wander around lost. This seemed crazy to her. Thank god for this woman. I then literally walked from one plane to another, with my small asian mistress, and boarded my plane to auckland immediately. Hey! Sweet! Another 10 hour flight. Bring it on. I awoke mid-way through this flight and could not feel my legs. I had to awake the man next to me who had a shaved head and had been reading a book entitled "A Year In The Merde (shit)", I thought this was kind of hilarious/scary. I then continued to eat wierd food they served for meals (chicken and fish congee?). Anyways, I'm here in Auckland now, went through customs, the customs dude was like, where are you going. I said "Piha, how far away is that?" He says "an hour maybe". I say "Oh sweet, easy, and there's a bus and stuff, worse case scenario right?" He looked at the other dude next to him, laughed and was like "Who knows, I don't think so, talk to information." So..... yeah... that's always good. Tomorrow I try and whore myself onwards towards Piha. Good day.
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