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Air Paranoia, and JAFFA's
Auckland, New Zealand
Friday, Dec 03, 2004


It is interesting for me to wake up in a foreign bed in a room full of strangers,in a place on the other side of the world from everything that I know. I opened my eyes on this, my first full day in NZ, to a very curious question. What do I want to do for the next six months? A smile came to my face as the reality of my months of planning began to jiggle inside me like a bucket of water baloons. I am here.


The flight:

My journey here went fairly smooth, aside from the standard tedious paranoia that afflicts me whenever I am forced to sit for long periods of time in close proximity to idiots. I think I might be a little obsessive, especially when the distractions I brought along for the trip fail to do their job. This episode involves a fairly rare occourance often associated with sitting in one place for an extended period of time known as deep vein thrombosis, or DVT. As I understand,a blood clot can form due to the pressures of sitting, break free, and then kill you. As I sat in my seat on the airplane, I kept imagining this nefarious coagulation navigating the corridors of my intricate vasculature, in search of my heart where it intends to lodge itself in a valiant attempt to end my life. I was convinced that every time my leg fell asleep, I would be dead in minutes. Welcome to my head.

Auckland airport:

After 17hrs of flying and waiting in lines, I had the good fortune of being chosen at random for full search by NZ customs. I got to sit for another two and a half hours and watch the customs officer swab every corner of my pack for drugs, and confiscate my prescription drugs, and my ibuprofin. They aparently caught on to my plans to import over the counter pain releivers to the feinding NZ public. (rolling eyes)... Whatever... I would have normaly become completely irate in this circumstance, but that legendary Kiwi amicability displayed by the customs officer was far too disarming.


Auckland is a city devoid an identity. Its streets remind me of Anycity, USA. I am anxious to move on...