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.
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.