A Toast

Amidst the hustle & bustle of the Arrivals terminal at Auckland airport, which is strangely enough starting to feel a little bit like home to me, I kill time at the free internet kiosk waiting for my domestic transfer that leaves in about two hours.

I have been awake for 25 hours and counting, and I've got another four hours or so before I reach my final (temporary) destination, my peeps at the Sivananda Yoga Centre in New Plymouth.

I imagine I'll stay there for a couple weeks or so before heading up to Auckland and Getting A Life. Since I am now both homeless AND unemployed, my dates are flexible as you might imagine. We'll see what happens.

Despite the fact that I began sneezing as soon as the plane took off and I will most certainly die of hypothermia before the end of the month, I'm feeling pretty good about things...not least because of the fabulous send-off I received at the airport last night.

To the group of committed troopers who braved the torrential downpour to be by my side from my 11 p.m. check-in to my 3 a.m. departure [flight was delayed 2 hours, and I wouldn't have had it any other way], especially those who made the long, laborious and expensive trek from North Efate to do so...yufala i rokem wol blong mi we.

So if you'd all like to raise your virtual coconuts, I'd like to propose a toast:

To Vanuatu: You taught me every day that there was another way...you'll be forever in my heart.

P.S. A note to my loyal readers: As I am still technically "abroad", I see no reason why this blog should end here. Especially what with my aforementioned condition [that is being homeless, unemployed, etc] I should have ample time to write.

So stay tuned for the next chapter...