Wibblelog

And so, our hero finds himself in the Air New Zealand lounge at 0500 in Auckland, NZ. It is TOMORROW here. I’m on my way to Sydney - I’m spending the next 3 weeks there on business. Let me just say for the record, Air New Zealand’s business class is freaking NICE. Seriously. A 4-something-hour flight in coach across the US seems much longer than the 12 hours I just spent in Fat Cat Class on a Sky Palace 747.

There’s only one thing I don’t quite understand so far on this trip: Why did we have to go through an additional set of security scans after disembarking from the SFO-AKL flight and going to the airline lounge? Are they looking for illicit fruit or something?

Update: I put up some photos from my office here in Sydney. The view totally rocks.