We’ve Landed

Coming into Auckland we were greeted by rain clouds just like Seattle except the humidity was intense. Arriving at the Ponsonby backpackers lodge, it followed us inside and lingered. I couldn't tell at first, but the lodge itself was partly responsible for the musk. The only cleaning i saw was a vacuum run down the hall for a couple minutes. This could be the last night. It is accommodating though with a big kitchen and a large patio. There were several people posted up guy on the couch style, but I had a mission for the day, establish some communication, and so, ventured out even after the long flight and picked up a transformer and a new sim card so I can have a local number. When i asked the guy at the convenience store about an adapter so i could plug in my phone, I was introduced to the kiwi accent, a strange mix of Irish, Scottish, and welsh i think. When i asked if i could see the adapter he said "you just fucking plug it in." having never even heard the kiwi accent before i wasn't sure if i was hearing him right, they tend to talk fast and pronounce their vowels faster. For example a lot of restaurants advertise their "fush and chups" so just to make sure i ask, "did you just say, you just fucking plug it in?" Nodding enthusiastically with a big grin he asks where I'm from, I tell him Seattle and he says "that's where he's from." so i ask him where's that, and this is where it gets weird, he replies "Iraq." I decide my first interaction could be amiss so i write it off, gathering my fucking plug-in and heading back for some much needed rest. Anyway now i can use my foreign things, all I had to do was unlock my iPhone and now i have my trusty companion just like it never left my side. Essentially letting me know all the great food/coffee shops within a few blocks, as well as help out on the next mission get some transport. Now if I could only find a friendly shop that would give out the password I'd be in business.