There is a con going on here somewhere. I know that because I have run into people from all over the globe: from New York and California; from Norway and Ireland; from Canada. I’m so pleased that New Zealand decided to do this, and that so many people have responded by attending.

The downside is that most of us are wandering round in a jet-lagged fog right now. This is not good for me because I have a magazine to edit, but hopefully my brain will catch up with me eventually.

Internet access was a bit of a crisis to begin with. The hotel’s supposed free wi-fi didn’t reach my room and didn’t work where it did reach. I found a lovely little French Cafe just along Cuba Street where I could get online for free over breakfast, but getting work done, and covering the Vogels, was looking dodgy. Fortunately I thought to investigate the wi-fi servers I could see, and one of them turned out to be CafeNet, a service with hotspots around Wellington. It is working fine in my room, and is only $NZ10/day. Now I’m going to see if I can access it from the function space.