A Whole Week's Gone By?

We've been here almost a week already, and all signs of jet lag have disappeared, but I'm still looking the wrong way when I cross the street. (Since the drivers here are maniacs, it's a habit I need to break soon.) Auckland's got a bit of something for everyone, from everywhere: we're enjoying all kinds of Asian street food, there's a channel showing Iranian TV, the pubs feel just like Merrie Olde England, and I was able to watch Cheney and Edwards duke it out on CNN this afternoon. (Ali claims he lost all interest in American politics the moment we took off from LAX.)

But getting an internet connection at home is another matter altogether. The hotel we're in is a wireless hotspot - a logical thing for a place full of international travelers - but you need to have a local NZ internet account to use it. Go figure.

We're still looking at places to rent; it's a big city and new places pop up every day. Kiwis must move around a lot, since rent is charged by the week and 3 months constitutes a "long term" lease. However, we're not in as big a rush as we expected to be - it turns out that our container isn't here. (It was supposed to arrive the same day we did last week, and yes, everyone told us it would not be.) Turns out it's still in the USA. On the bright side, this means we don't have to put our stuff into storage right away. (And I'd rather not think about the "other" side.)

Cheers,
Sandie