So, in New Zealand now, on a visarun of some sort... Immigration in every country I have ever been to do obtain a twisted form of pleasure by doing the life of non-citizens hardest possible. I wonder, are they like that when they start working for the immigration, or do they get broken into it after a while in service... So here I am, waiting for my Online Application to go through. Oh yes, I didn't even need to see an Embassy, I just had to go and find a foreign internet cafe so I could apply online... waste of time and money. Anywayz, enough of the whining...

Auckland is a very European city, at least visually. I kind of like it, even if my stay haven't been very smooth so far. Of course I was stopped in custom. I am ALWAYS stopped in custom. No one ever believes I am honest and am not smuggling in bucket-loads of explosives and/or drugs. But, I brought a book with me, so while the custom officer was elbow-deep in undies and clothes, I was reading about dragons and heroes... Not too bad. Lately I have been wondering why I always get stopped in custom. I mean, it only happens in Southern hemisphere (or at least so far), but then it happens every bloody time...