What time is it?

After a looooong flight, safely arrived in Wellington (well, with the fun addition of the usual bumpy landing.) Everything went on time and to schedule apart from the slowest moving queues for biodiversity checking at Auckland ever. I seriously thought I was going to miss my connection for Wellington, but then things finally got moving so I didn't.

Being back is weird. Weird, because it feels like coming home. Like nothing's changed (although it has, because there are a couple of new blocks of flats and they're building an enormous boatshed for waka ama right next to the rowing sheds). Hoping tomorrow and Tuesday to be able to catch up with friends, do a bit of sightseeing, and bit less zombie-fied.

In a week's time ...

I'll be on a plane, looking out for my first glimpse of NZ again. Re-reading my blog I miss the place, and the wonderful two years I spent there. A fortnight back there won't be enough. But a fortnight is all I have - a dash around the country, seeing friends, watching rowing world champs, tramping and sightseeing. I can't wait.