No, I didn’t have KK cracked twice in a tournament. Somewhere between Osaka and Westport I came down with a cold or infection that made its presence known a couple nights ago and pretty much put glacier-walking off the itinerary. We decided to cut the travels short and head back home.

I was definitely ill: at one point on the drive home through Arthur’s Pass I couldn’t make it across the car park without feeling too cold and miserable to continue; once back into Christchurch we ran into several of my sister’s flatmates and friends, many of whom were dressed in t-shirts while I had on four layers of warm clothing.

Today’s been spent in and out of bed, drinking fluids and keeping warm. I’d like to note that this is the third time this year I’ve come down with something. It may be time to quit smoking.

After Vegas, of course.