I woke up at 4 am in Christchurch, New Zealand on Monday, Jan. 18 to catch the shuttle to the airport, flew to Sydney and then from Sydney to LA to San Francisco, arriving at about 10 am on Monday, Jan. 18. I’m confused. My Fitbit is very confused.
Thanks to Darren for his heroic guest-blogging while I was hiking, boating, looking at spectacular scenery, learning about NZ ecology, drinking sauvignon blanc, and chanting hakkas. (My favorite moment was when the elder’s cell phone rang as he answered our questions. He took the call.)
New Zealanders — Maori and Pakeha — have a dry sense of humor. And they enjoy the tongue thing.
(I was so confused I forgot to post this till now. Getting 11 hours of sleep really helps.)