Kiwi Country

I'm taking a break from Australia with a week in Auckland. I've got about three and a half minutes until our hour is up at the Internet Cafe with no outlets for my computer. Where the long black is bitter and where they're playing rock music from the 1970s.

But where you can buy coffee 24 hours a day.

So quickly: Auckland, New Zealand, is a pretty sweet place. Volcanoes that erupted a long-ass time ago stick out of the ground as mounts, e.g. Mt. Victoria, Mt. Eden, Mt. Wellington. We climbed Mt. Victoria. Yep. I climbed a mount. It's not like Mt. Rainier or Kilimanjaro or anything, but none of you know that.

We also went to a professional rugby league game today. We saw the Manly Sea Eagles (a team from Sydney) play against the Vodafone Warriors sponsored by Wendy's Hamburgers. The entire game, all I wanted was a Baconator.

Tomorrow is the Auckland War Memorial museum for some history and a Maori performance. In the last two weeks, I have been mistaken as Maori, the second time of which was at the airport before getting on the plane. But it hasn't happened here in New Zealand yet. Smart.

My minutes are almost up. Consider this a mid-trip rundown. More on ferries, hakas, cricket, and maniacal bus drivers at another date, time willing.