Upon arriving in New Zealand, my uncle met me at the airport and, after teasing me for trying to get into the wrong side of the car (I was still getting used to that), we took off. The flight was overnight and the final three hours were rather bumpy, so I was quite tired. We had dinner, chatted for some time, and I fell asleep. The bed was warm and comfortable, and it was my first experience with an electric blanket. I have fallen in love. As I learned bits of family slang from my cousin, I began to realise how alike my father and uncle are. Their mannerisms are remarkably similar: the way they talk and the way they use their hands. Apparently, the way I talk and use my hands also reminds my aunt Tina of my dad. Who knew? I have enjoyed wonderful cooking and great company. Certain parts of New Zealand are bringing back memories, from old supermarkets to particular street corners. Then again, perhaps I am inventing those old memories. The rules of cricket were explained to me last night, but I am still slightly confused. Apparently, games can last up to eight hours; that will be an experience. Now, sitting in a Starbucks, I am on my second cup of coffee. Having brought several travel adaptors, I was lucky to find a free outlet. I hoped to get some work done, but the internet is too expensive here at $6 an hour. Shortly, I will go online and, just as I did in Singapore, use Starbucks Expensive Internet to find Random Cheap Internet. Tonight is the State Cup between Auckland and Christchurch in rugby, and if Auckland wins, they will keep it until next season. The two people working at Starbucks have invited me to a sports bar downtown, which one of their sisters owns. Depending on how late the game runs, I may go, although needing to catch a bus back will limit how late I can stay. Wish me luck, and expect more stories to follow!