I made it to Oz

Last night we slept in the Auckland airport. It wasn't exactly the most glamorous experience that I've had on my trip, but as Shaun likes to put it, "It was an adventure".

One thing that I did notice in my 26 hour stint there was that Kiwis get things done by way of guilt. For instance, before a plane leaves, a voice in the airport will state the names of the passengers who still need to board the plane. The message goes "Attention John Doe, please report to gate 6 immediately. Your plane is ready for departure and all the passengers onboard are waiting. For you". If that doesn't get you running onto an airplane, I don't know what will.

We have made it to Melbourne in one piece. It's pretty warm here. It's 35 degrees C which meant absolutely nothing to me. To put it in California terms, you need your flip flops, a tank top, and shorts. And nothing else. Finally I can stop wearing my black fleece and jeans everyday. It should make for more interesting pictures. As much as I love my black fleece, it's a bit tired. Wearing it everyday for the last 32 days can do that.

We're going househunting tomorrow. Wish me luck, I'm going to need it.