We departed Rarotonga at 11:40PM on Friday, January 26, 2007 - neither of us happy to be moving on. After all, the Cook Islands had spoiled us after our debacle in Tahiti and we were hesitant to let paradise slip through our fingers. Gina dug in her bag and found an Ambien for us to split. We gulped down some water, slid our sleeping masks down and fell into a slumber for the four hour flight to Nadi, Fiji. As the plane powered Westward over a calm Pacific evening, the one hundred odd passengers aboard experienced the least stressful day of their lives. Our newly painted 737 silently crossed an invisible line on the planet known as the International Date Line and like that, January 27, 2007 expired before it even began - we had stepped
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