But before I get bogged down in linguistics, the purpose of this post is to pontificate (OK, Holly, that's enough alliteration for one day) about daily life in New Zealand. I arrived on Tuesday, January 17, 15-or-so hours after leaving San Francisco on Sunday, January 15. Wait a minute! How does 15 hours turn into two days? Well, New Zealand is both across the Equator, and across the Date Line. That's right, I'm in a whole new quadrant!
Technically, New Zealand's time zone is GMT+13:00. But, as I prefer to think of it in relationship to being home in California, I'm a day ahead and three hours behind (or 21 hours ahead, if your brain prefers to compute with double-digits). If it seems surprising that New Zealand should be only three timezones away (the same amount that Hawaii is during North America's summer), remember that here in New Zealand, we're on daylight savings time, while the United States is not. So, the time change between California and New Zealand can be five hours (during CA summer and NZ winter), four hours (when no one's on daylight savings), or three hours (right now; NZ summer and CA winter).
But the great thing about the Internet is that time doesn't matter! Though I have to be careful not to Skype-call Dad (back on the US East Coast) in the evenings here.
Anyway, back on the ground here in NZ... I'm staying with a wonderful (read as: slightly irreverent, incredibly hilarious, and truly warm and generous) couple in Halswell, a suburb of Christchurch (which is the largest city on the South Island -- sometimes shortened to Southland -- of New Zealand). They've built a beautiful home to their own design, with room for a garden, lots of glass sliding doors to keep the place feeling airy and light, and a couple spare bedrooms for guests. Since their son just moved to Australia, they had a room free for a tenant -- albeit an orange and black room!
What a great use for a right-of-way! (You can see the infra- structure for the high-voltage lines in the top-left corner.) |
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