The Chronicles of Kiwi Part 2
We safely landed and there seems to be no problem with the gravity. The plane didn’t feel as though it were upside down or anything of the sort as we kersplatted the hefty bird onto the runway of Auckland, New Zealand – drained of jet fuel but full of gassy passengers. (Hoo boy, do I have stories). As I write, it is my Monday here and your Sunday there, but if I’ve worked this out then you should be reading this on your Monday while I’m toodling about here on Tuesday – a futurist to you Northern hemisphere laggards. If my hunch is correct, I should be able to tell you football scores before they happen. I’ll just read about them in the local paper and text those of you interested in placing a sure bet. I expect a cut when I get home – our little secret.  And there I go getting all “sciency” on you. It’s all there in Einstein and in the Back To The Future movies if you have a care to investigate it for yourself. It’s how Biff made his fortune in the third installment of that franchise.

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Stay tuned…more travel drivel just ahead.