So hello dear friends of nature, here we go again.

Well, not quite yet. It is already April 13th, and I feel like I've been on the road for at least 10 days. In short, yesterday I traveled from Puerto Princesa to Manila, after hours of waiting there, then to Brisbane. Of course, more hours of waiting, and now finally, I'm off on the last flight to New Zealand. There were some flight delays, and at one point they lost my large backpack, which nearly sent me into a panic attack, but just barely. It's incredibly strange to be completely alone again after such a long time; I probably need a few days to fully realize that. But I'm sure it will be fine or something. I land in the middle of the night and can only check into my hostel tomorrow afternoon, after which I will probably be in a coma for 2 days.