After landing in Auckland, NZ, I was picked up at the airport by the very generous and kind father of someone I knew from where I used to work. By email he gave me a description of his car and where he'd meet me just outside the airport. Once I landed, though, I didn't have access to the internet, couldn't get on it, and as a result, couldn't get the info about meeting up with him. Usually, I'd take a screen shot of the info just in case I couldn't access the internet, but didn't have this for some reason. So I was going off memory.
Getting out of the airport about 45 minutes after the expected time, I was afraid I'd miss crossing paths with Brian further complicating matters. I went out to the spot I'd remembered reading about earlier that week, and looked for what I remembered of his car's description. No luck. I waited for a bit, looking at the drivers of all the white trucks that passed by. No luck. Finally, someone who somewhat fit the image of the person I was waiting for came up to me and said, "Are you waiting for someone?" "Brian?" I said. We then realized we'd made the connection. Shewww.
I stayed with him and his wife from my arrival in New Zealand, until I pulled out of town in my own vehicle on Monday the 16th. I've been grateful for their hospitality and kindness to me. Over the next few days Margaret would keep me well-fed with fruits and veggies from their garden, homemade yogurt, Brian's breadmaker bread, and other healthy items. It was over the next few days that I'd get my NZ phone lined up and look for any opportunities to ride as a passenger getting used to life on the left. I got caught up on things at home that needed tending to and tied off some loose ends in the planning of the trip. It's all what I needed at the beginning of the trip.
Getting out of the airport about 45 minutes after the expected time, I was afraid I'd miss crossing paths with Brian further complicating matters. I went out to the spot I'd remembered reading about earlier that week, and looked for what I remembered of his car's description. No luck. I waited for a bit, looking at the drivers of all the white trucks that passed by. No luck. Finally, someone who somewhat fit the image of the person I was waiting for came up to me and said, "Are you waiting for someone?" "Brian?" I said. We then realized we'd made the connection. Shewww.
I stayed with him and his wife from my arrival in New Zealand, until I pulled out of town in my own vehicle on Monday the 16th. I've been grateful for their hospitality and kindness to me. Over the next few days Margaret would keep me well-fed with fruits and veggies from their garden, homemade yogurt, Brian's breadmaker bread, and other healthy items. It was over the next few days that I'd get my NZ phone lined up and look for any opportunities to ride as a passenger getting used to life on the left. I got caught up on things at home that needed tending to and tied off some loose ends in the planning of the trip. It's all what I needed at the beginning of the trip.