Dare to Stray | New Zealand
One fateful February, after a mere fourteen hours on a plane, coupled with a Melatonin appetizer and two in-flight meals that were presumably baked pigeon, I found myself on the other side of the world. Like Marty McFly, I basically time-traveled, losing a full twenty-four hours when we crossed the international dateline. On my flight, I chatted with two brothers near my age, who helped pass the time. Then, two days after arriving in Auckland,...