Time is 12:35pm, Saturday September 24, Auckland //
5:35pm, Friday, Seattle
Finally! We are across the world: in New Zealand. There are
sheepskins, merino sweaters, and rugby shirts in almost every store at the
airport. There are some expensive, exquisitely formed chocolates, which are
hard to ignore. And a life-size fiberglass sheep bedecked as a rugby fan, even
harder to ignore. The paper money has transparent ovular shapes that make it
look like cheese. Although, the Taio Cruz tunes, Burger King, and clean-spoken
English makes me feel like we haven’t really left the States.
The airport is beautiful, light and airy with lots of bamboo
and glass. I read somewhere that the New Zealand airport was voted in the top
ten in the world. As a designer, I am appreciating the icon-driven signage,
which hasn’t managed to lead us astray, even in our zombie state. Chris is busy
appreciating the modern couches, where all 6’3” of him can delight in
stretching out after hours cramped in tiny coach seats. Enjoying a flat white,
and then on to the last flight and Australia.
On the road for 27 hours, and counting.
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