The end of work meant the beginning of a long week of packing. After making a quick trip to North Carolina, I returned home to greet my aunt, uncle, cousin and his family into Boston for the Naval Fleet Week. Which didn't leave much time to devote to packing.
But it got done and I made my 630 flight to LA. Staring a 13 hour layover in the face, I called up Martha Davis to come rescue me from the nightmare that is LAX. After spending some time in beautiful Westlake, my other savior for the day, Hilary Dahl, brought us to her beach club for dinner and a much needed pre flight shower. They then dropped me off at the airport and were on their way.
The 13 hour flight was painless. On demand movies provided ample entertainment to the tune of Anchorman, 21 Jump St., The Lorax , Up in the Air and Napolean Dynamite. Air New Zealand is a top notch airline as well, much recommended.
Upon arrival I connected with a lot of great people on my program. Although exhausted, I have been exploring the city all day. Although I am in a foreign country it hardly feels like it. Perhaps the one big difference has been the visibility of rugby here, which has helped me realize that I have truly reached the destination of my rugby pilgrimage. Looking out over the beautiful Eden Park stadium got me really excited to watch some rugby.
Off to Rotorua tomorrow for group orientation!
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