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The vessel is unmoored and we are on the way.

It was all going swimmingly.

I thanked the cabin crew as I left the Boeing 777-200 which had flown me across the Atlantic Ocean.

Unless you are flying from New York most transatlantic flights leave for Europe in the evening and mine is no exception.

It is the final full day of my world tour.

I had a plan, possibly the first of the whole trip.

Just down the road from me is the birthplace of one Atlanta’s most important figures of the twentieth century, Martin Luther King.

I passed through many time zones as we headed east across the United States.

“Where shall I meet you?” It was my old buddy Neil.

My purpose for adding Los Angeles to this trip was to call in on an old friend.

There is no doubt about it.

Hooray, I thought as my eyes went skyward.

I had been following the weather forecast on what passes for news in Hawaii.

“You must do North Shore,” my wife Caroline urged before I left home shores.

If my motivation to complete this trip was attending the Australian Open today was another red letter day.

My long overnight flight between the hemispheres had wiped me out so when I woke breakfast was the order of the day.

If there is one thing you do not want to read on a departure board an hour before an overnight flight, it is the word delayed.

It is my final day in the southern hemisphere.

I looked out of the window.

Blue skies greeted me as I drew back the curtain of my sea facing room.

The sky remained stubbornly unaltered as I lifted my gaze.

The promised Auckland rain put in an appearance first thing and more or less hung around all day.

The fiendish foul and their incessant crowing ensured I would not sleep through my early alarm.

The hotel manager, Louis, invites me to dine with him at breakfast.

It is time to say farewell to Moorea, nana in the native tongue.

It is my final day on Moorea, this tiny spot in the South Pacific and I am determined to make the most of it.

“You have unlimited mileage,” said Parea with a huge grin.

We will never really know what caused the Mutiny on the Bounty but Hollywood has had a good go a telling us.

It must have been the cockerel crowing under my window.

I awake to read terrible news from home.

My poor legs did a lot of walking yesterday so today I have promised them a more sedate day.

Today I am half way through my journey around the world.

It is my first full day in Auckland and I have given myself no plan.

It is time to move on and that means another flight, the shortest that will be taken on this trip.

I awake after another solid sleep.

I am at the cricket or crekitt as it pronounced locally.

I am slightly cursing myself back in the motel room.

I have a limit and for this trip it is two hours.

I awoke ahead of the alarm clock.

It is Australia Day today and in some quarters that is a bit controversial.

Try as I might it was impossible to get a ticket for Carlos Alcaraz’s match.

It was impossible to know when I reserved my seat for today’s session who I would be watching.

It was goodbye to Perth and I left thinking what a fine city it was.

I love Australia for any number of reasons ranging from climate to sport.