So far, my favorite thing about this place is that they have showers here. Not surprising, really, but after ten million hours on an airplane, I really needed hot water, not only to make me smell human, but to get my head around the fact that I had no Monday. At all. International Dateline: it can happen to you.
Besides my momentous encounter with indoor plumbing, we have wandered our temporary neighborhood a little and done our first round of grocery shopping. The houses here seem to specialize in spiffy iron railings like these:
T.R. and I also liked this neighborhood lion:
Brent declined to be photographed in his pre-shower state, so I offer instead T.R. the rock star:
More after I get food and sleep!