Land of the Kiwis A runner in New Zealand

29Nov/091

Day 4: Cheers!

I woke up today to sunlight in my window, quickly rolled out of bed and looked out. The view was incredible!

Hataitai

Hataitai

We have a perfect view of Hataitai, which is the western suburb of Wellington (check out the album for a view from the other side of the house, Wellington proper). I grabbed a PB&J, some tea and launched out the door into the beautiful 70degree heat. This is living. Cary and I stretched a few minutes and headed out for Wellington Harriers Headquarters. Once there, we met a dozen runners and I hit the toilet (bathroom in kiwi). Bad move, cause when I came out, the crew was gone. I talked for 5 minutes with the head dude (not really a coach) of the club, Graham Somebody. He's been everywhere so it was a really interesting convo. Cary eventually came back like a good mate and apologized way too much for leaving me behind. It was fault really.

Island Bay Run

Island Bay Run

However, turned out to be a blessing because the team ran into the city and Cary and I had decided anyways that we wanted to head out around Island Bay (One spectacular thing about living at the top of Mt Vic is that we can literally plan our runs from the window!)

I'll let the pictures tell the story of the run. We ran 90min, 14miles RE. Stretched a bit afterward, showered, and made way toward downtown.

Black Mac

Black Mac

The rest of the day was spent with Cary and his GF, Jane Andrews:

  • Touring the waterfront
  • Getting gellatos from Gelicious
  • Taking a cable-car to the botanical gardens
  • Grabbing a brew (I had Mac's Black) and an amazing Grubfish dinner at The Loaded Hog
  • Buying a few clothes I desperately needed (still need some good jeans).

All that for under 6 miles of walking. I love this city, and our location is superb!

Got some technology going that night. Tomorrow: Errands.

28Nov/090

Day 3: Stop. Drop. Kaboom Baby

Touchdown in Auckland at 5:20AM.

Maori Arch

Maori Arch

My first sight of New Zealand was a Mauri welcoming... arch. The woman I had been talking to on the flight explained it to me but I cannot recall at this point. I think I was too focused on making sure I had everything for customs.

Next sight was aisles and aisles of alcohol with pretty ladies trying to sell you on the duty-freeness of the opportunity. Once again, I was a bit too focused on customs to be in the right mind to explore the options.

Finally got to the customs line. I worried for nothing. Getting through customs was far, far easier than I thought it would be. I got asked about half a dozen times what I had in the computer monitor case and was informed that Air NZ was not responsible for any damage to the monitor. I suppose they gotta cover their bases.

Finally, finally, I boarded my last 45min puddlejumper to Wellington and got picked up promptly at 8:30AM by cousin Cary.

It's on.

Well actually, it was overcast and I was incredibly tired... I still marveled at the misty view from our house at the tippity-top of Mt Victoria before unpacking and checking out my room for the first time. The room is pretty tiny but similar to a Prospect-sized room so I can't complain.

Not much time to unwind because Cary had a meet that day. Sadly they didn't accept last-minute entrants for the 3k but I did a nice 6miler easy RE (Mitch code) and actually shivered a bit while I watched Cary run an 8:46. He did the noble deed of making sure the pace was honest after a crawling 35s for the first 200m. He of course paid for the move at the end but still ran well considering he told me he slept very little the previous night (I'm guessing nervous thoughts on my behalf... ah, thanks mate).

Forget what we had for dinner but we made the executive decision to stay in for the night. As an example of my jet lag, we turned on Blood Diamond and I fell asleep within 30min (yes that's about the point in the movie all the raiding is going on...)

Goodnight

27Nov/090

Day 2: Shortest Day Of the Year

Today was November 27th, 2009. It was 4 hours long. I slept through all of it.

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26Nov/095

Day 1: A Sleepwalker’s Tale

The day leading up to departure was interesting. A little nostalgic. A little exciting. A lotta turkey... My brothers and I stayed up all night doing the strangest assortment of activities. this included:

Tired Brothers

Tired Brothers

  • Playing various games.
  • Talking about god and religion (first even semi-interesting conversation I've had on that topic in 4 years... Well maybe that's unfair, but first time I felt like I got a new perspective on things, felt my paradigm shift a little)
  • Watching far too many "Sounds" clips from Who's Line Is It Anyways.
  • Around 5AM I finally boxed up my desktop and monitor for the trip. Then packed away my clothes and whatnot around that gear. It actually made for a fairly good padding situation.

Anyways, grabbed some coffee cake, hugged the parents, and jumped in the Rav4. Slept 30min with my mouth wide open and head tilted back on the way to the airport. Weighed my bags and got shocked with the revalation of the expense of bringing your life with you on a trip. I get 2 50 lb bags and a carry-on. I suppose most can do with 120lbs but I had a desktop computer and monitor and speakers. Fortunately, I could even everything out to 47.5 49.5 and 50.0 lb bags. Woo! So I only had to pay $200 for a third bag. Could have been a lot worse... I'm also officially taking 162lbs of gear with me on my trip, exactly my body weight. Coincidence?... Yeah.

Hopped on the flight and slept soundly for the hour to Chicago. Then on to LA with a good 2 episodes of House (I'm giving it a chance, and 6 episodes in on the trans-pacific flight while I'm typing this, I gotta say... I really really like the theme music). I Also slept 2 hours on the flight to LA and had an aisle seat so unfotunately missed viewing the rockies. Landed in LA and got pleasantly blasted with heat. Damn, I have to find a way to live in SoCal. In LAX I made my last phone calls and txts for 5 months (I wonder if I'll miss the phone... We'll come back to that later) I saw a Wolfgang Puck, remembered hearing high praises about the place and dropped a pretty penny for a caesar salad. Terrific decision. Surprisingly filling too... Anyways, I tricked security into letting me get on an international flight and now here I am in a 747 jumbo jet (not tufts).

747 Jumbo Jet

747 Jumbo Jet

This plane is awesome and Air NZ service is the best I've experienced. I've already met a few interesting natives and as I look on the monitor at this crazy image of my plane in the middle of the pacific, the excitement is building (which sucks because I should be sleeping...) Ah well, gotta trust my body knows what's up. Maybe I should have tried a sleeping pill.

Well that's enough rambling for one entry. Let's see... passed 29 minutes. 1 to go, lets see how much I can write in that time. because at the end of this minute I w

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