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Well, I’m back in the airport waiting for my domestic flight. 4 hours to go.
It’s so weird to be back with kiwis again; the way they hold themselves, they way people behind counters are way friendlier, the brown faces, the kiwi voices (I nearly hugged a Måori lady who sat next to me this morning), the Samoan faces, people walking and driving on the left and the beanies and hoodies (It’s really cold!).
I fell like a tourist in my own country. It’d odd.