Amidst a maelstrom of last minute panicking I am writing my last journal entry from New Zealand. Training is over, this is it. I have my ticket, my passport and far too much gear. I’m going to have to throw some stuff out in San Diego while I get acclimatised to that heat. Here in Auckland the winds are about to start knocking down trees and I’m actually worried that the plane won’t be allowed to take off in this weather.
Before leaving Peter pulled out a pen and gave me some useful information for completing my trek in the form of a maple leaf and phone number ala Prison Break