Long Day Home
tl;dr: It took me two or three days to get back home, depending on how you count them.Yesterday I began my trip home. I had three hours to kill before heading to the airport, but my body was like, nope, I'm done. So I just took a walk on the beach.
It turns out Jetstar doesn't really understand how airports work. Though I bought a legitimate connecting flight, there simply isn't enough time to get from one flight to another in Auckland. It is such a known issue that there is a guy at the ticket counter waiting just to tell us we are out of luck. So I have 24 more hours in New Zealand. I really didn't want to take a bus into Auckland, so after talking to a half-dozen rental car agencies, I found one that would hire me a car.
I drove out to Hanua Falls. I then drove to a campground. It turns out this campground requires a pre-booking over the phone, but phones don't work there. There was absolutely nobody else around so I simply drove to a spot that isn't visible from the road.
I'm far back in the woods, and I have the campground to myself. Yet, I can hear music thumping, and I can smell wood burning. Somebody is partying.
Figures. My last night in New Zealand ruined by the locals. Fortunately, the music died out as it got dark.
I slept well.
Today (14th) I drove back to Auckland and got on the red-eye to San Francisco. I didn't really sleep. When I arrived in the morning it was still the 14th. Two more flights to Denver and then to Madison were uneventful. Still the 14th.
Sometime during the flight to Madison my drowsiness wore off. I've read two reasons why this might happen: 1. Your body runs out of the hormone that tells you you are tired. Or. 2. If you are awake for 24 hours your body decides you are in danger and lets you keep going.
Anyway, another trip done. I'm back home. Already bored.