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Greetings from the land of the World Cup winners!

I was in Auckland the morning of the game, conveniently awake at 5 a.m. to watch. I had to catch the bus into town and boy, do they take the All Blacks seriously.

In the quiet downtown, I found a TV showing the final live and watched some bits with some people, mostly taxi drivers whom the casino staff kept trying to move along. No one really did.

Watching the game, I realized I have no idea how rugby works, or when the game would end. It had been something like 16-3, All Blacks, when the Wallabies went on a tear and suddenly, it was close.

Having no idea when time ran out or anything like that, I hung on with the crowd and saw some more points going up for New Zealand. I don't really understand how, honestly, but, hey, the home  team was winning, so I didn't care.

At some point, it became final and I only knew because the group around me exploded.

All of a sudden, the volume turned up and the city came to life. Everyone had been hiding out, watching the game somewhere, and it took about three minutes for those people to get to the streets, their horns, etc.

Everything became loud and things started blaring. Everyone was sober, though. It was still 7 a.m.!

Anyway, I'm in New Zealand now, getting ready to meet my tour. I'm in an internet cafe as I own no devices and the little red light just came on, so that's the sign for me to get off.