Four hours after landing, and Im at the beach! Thats the legendary Piha behind me.

That’s right, this time last year I was sitting pretty on a 15-hour Cathay Pacific to Hong Kong. Not having left Toronto by plane in over a decade this was pretty spectacular. Sure, my flight left at midnight, but wow there was no way in hell I was going to fall asleep. I was so excited! Even though it was the dead of night, I think my nose left marks on the window from being pressed against it for at least the first hour of the journey as I stared in marvel at how clear the stars were and the size of the moon. As Ive written about before, I love flying. I have an incurable flight-lust that has taken me totally by surprise. I love everything about flying, even though I ride in coach. God help me the day I fly business (or wow, First Class). I think I will cry from the beauty of it all.

I keep thinking that I should have some kind of momentous post to mark the passing of this auspicious date, but truth be told Im not really coming up with anything juicy. Ive been writing a lot lately about my goings-ons, so there isnt really much news to share. All the insight that I have on being a Canadian Down Under Ive already shared with you. So instead Ive chosen to leave you with my favourite photographs from the past twelve months. If I can ever get my act together I will make this into some kind of uber slick video presentation complete with Kiwiana soundtrack, but for now just click the “next” button, k? K.

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