I must say that signage is severely lacking here in New Zealand. Everywhere I go, I have no idea where I am. Street signs are terrible. At most intersections, even major ones, you only see one street sign for the street that you’re turning onto. If you are lucky enough to see a sign for the street you’re on, it’s in a totally different place than the one for the intersecting street. When you’re turning onto a major street from a small side street you might see a sign directly in front of you on the opposite side of the street telling you the name of the street you’re turning onto, but those signs, and every other sign for that matter, are really small and terribly hard to read. It gets pretty annoying when I’m out on my bike and worrying about not accidentally going on the other side of the road and having a head-on with another car and having to try and figure out where the hell I am too. As bad as that may sound, the signage problem here in New Zealand goes much deeper than mere street signs. As an American, I can safely assume that you take for granted that when you travel in an elevator (which is called a lift here) you take comfort in the fact that when you egress from the elevator you will see a little sign on either side of the door indicating the floor that you have arrived at. Well, my dear friends, that little comfort of life which we all enjoy so much is no where to be found here in New Zealand. I’ve been here for about three weeks now, gone into many tall buildings, explored one of the most modern cities in the world, and I have yet to see one elevator with signs telling you what floor you’re on. As I was ranting about this to my friend Kai who lives in my pod, I was told that “you Americans need to have everything spelled out for you.” I say no! Is it so hard for public places to tell you where you’re at? No, it certainly isn’t. We Americans must fight this terrible injustice! Onward! Upward!