Flying

I took this out the window of a nineteen-seater plane. You had to duck to get through the door, and climb over a step halfway down the seats.

Last night I sat until late in the backyard with seven Germans, an American and a French/Indian. I was token kiwi, the only one to know the answer to the Footrot Flats question on the Tui cap. (Who is Wal Footrot's best friend? I got the first name, but not the surname. Takers?) Spending time with travellers is a great way to get into the mindset. My itinerary is slowly taking form.

Calexico tonight at the Studio! I will try and see Jakob too - they are playing support to Thrice at the Powerstation.