Hello.

Robinson Crusoe

So I’m on an island. A tiny little island off of New Zealand. Upon looking at Google Maps, I don’t think you can travel any more east on the planet, before you start hitting west… I am literally (as far as I can tell) on the furthest “edge” of the planet.

This island is amazing. If it helps, think of the Island from LOST but add a Scottish climate and you’re pretty close. I am here teaching the prophetic week on James and Denise Jordan’s 3 month school. There’s 14 nations represented and a bunch of very hungry people who are a lot of fun.

To get here you have to fly on the sketchiest plane I’ve ever been on (I will now never complain about Ukrainian Airways ever again). This little 8 seater prop plane chugs you over and you are very aware you are flying… you can feel every bump in the air, you feel you are encased in tin foil and, in my case, I was sitting right behind the pilot - practically in the cockpit. The first day I tried to fly out, I couldn’t because the weather was so bad but I am now finally here.

I’ll try and grab some pictures and some video so you can get a feel for the place, but AJ was wise enough to stay home with Abigail for this trip, I’m pretty sure neither of them would’ve coped with the flight.

My favourite part is the electricity situation. We have power between 7.00 and 10.30am and then from 4.30pm to 10.30pm. After that, you better hope your laptop is charged. Curiously the internet connection (faster than dialup - occasionally - but way slower than broadband) stays online, which is why at 3.38am I can post this blog update!

I Am Here