It's good to be somewhere

Zac here, in a cauldron of fatigue and awe absorbing all the flavor of Auckland through a bay of Starbucks widows. We were fortunate enough to locate a hostile centered in the inner city pressure for solid rates. It vibes a bit between the ketch of a college dorm and the naive hope of fresh travelers. The weather is cool and dreary in the most romantic way, sort of an exotic Seattle with palmetto skirted streets. I've been entertaining my self  in observation of customs some familar (leftover food is fair game to swipe of an others table once napkins are on plates) and some are surprisingly fresh (all expenses include gratuity and tax). Soon we will cross the busy walk to our accommodations for a short nap and a well anticipated bike build. If all goes well tonight will intel an urban ride culminated with local brew, however it wont be until tomorrow that we finally experience that fattimagic on some dirt. It will be a relatively short bus ride to Woodhill mtb park. Which has been recommended three times today thus far.