Goodbye Ireland!

So a week ago I packed my bags and flew 18,000km away from home to Auckland, NZ. This is the first of what will be a weekly post on the subject of studying abroad.

Before mentioning anything about NZ itself, I want to rant about long-haul flights a little, because they are a special kind of torture. To get here, I flew Cork to Heathrow, Heathrow to Kuala Lumpur and then on to Auckland. Cumulative travel time- 27 hours. 24 of them spent in the air. I wanted to die.

It didn’t help that despite leaving on Thursday morning, 30hrs later it was Saturday. Here is 13 ahead of home. I spent the first 3 days incapable of staying up past 5pm and waking up at ridiculous hours in the morning. I’m still about 3hrs behind.

Does. Not. Compute .

So the country, my initial impression is hot. So freaking hot. I expected it, kind of, coming from an Atlantic winter to Pacific summer, but it’s like I can’t remember a time I wasn’t sweating. I’ve found I can’t wait until it gets Autumn/Winter here and it’s a more reasonable 15 degrees. The second thing is the cicadas, it’s never silent here, there’s just this constant hiss. That never goes away. It sounds like I’m complaining here, which I guess I kind of am, but these are both things I’m sure I’ll adjust to, by the time Winter does roll around I’ll be missing the sun!

College-wise orientation was this morning. It’s really weird Europe not being a dominating force in the International scene. The co-ordinator asked “Who here is from China?” and what seemed like the entire room raised their hand. I’m the only Irish on campus, but that gives me a USP, so definitely not seeing that as a bad thing. Being “that girl with the blue hair” also helps.

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