Auckland yes! Bag...No?

I finally made it to Auckland! I am sitting on the top bunk in a dorm room in a hostel called the Bamber House, and I think I could really get use to the place if it weren’t already booked out for the next couple of days, forcing me to move on. I would have liked to have gotten food supplies tonight to prep for the journeys beginning but I seem to have been separated from my bag, which is going to set me a bit behind (more so than I already am). I am grateful to have finally made it to Auckland, but my bag got tired and decided it was done traveling once it reached Sydney.  For now, I am thankful to be sitting anywhere near a bed, and once I make a phone call to find what time my bag will be arriving, I will then decide to go get it tonight, or just sleep and retrieve it early tomorrow morning.  Sleep sounds so great.  I found myself falling into it while waiting in the airport terminal before my last flight, and at least 3 times on the bus ride to the hostel.

  One exciting note, is that the first guy I met at the hostel actually new where Idaho was, without hints or prompting. Fairly impress indeed!

  I know this is a short update, but I have no photos, it turns out airports are only exciting to those who are in them, and half the time, the people in them are less than excited and more annoyed at having to be in one, so I will spare you the sorted details. Lots of waiting, great people watching specimens on display, some crappy airline food, and a couple of flights later, oh and one small ordeal where I was forced to buy a return ticket in order to be allowed on the plane out of Australia. You know, traveling and such. 

  Honestly I am just too worn out to be witty and funny, and who wants to read a whole lot of blah blah blah with no point or punchline?

  Signing off to make a phone call about a bag. And to sleep.