Squirk's Overseas Experience

The tales of one Kiwi returning to Mother Britain and exploring the Big Wide World... without being eaten by a shark.

Tuesday, May 31, 2005

So much things to say!

What an amazing few days it's been.

I do apologise for the lack of updates lately—too busy in Christchurch, and no internet access in Auckland. (Who would have thought?)

I'll explain more when I've got time, but right now the clock is running out on this little Internet terminal in Auckland Internatioal Airport. Yes, I'll shortly be in the skies heading to the land of the rising sun.

In short: tears, packing, a gift, a suprisingly emotional goodbye, a flight, broken promises, partying suprisingly hard, disappearing co-workers, stealthy old flatmates, stinky Whangareians, the longest soup in the world, life on the streets and under dry trees, friendly taxi drivers.

By the way, the title of this post is not a slip in grammar standards around here—it was the title of British comedian Lenny Henry's last stand-up tour in Auckland. It just seemed appropriate.


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