Maori war dances and busy A+E wards
Nisheeth Rajpal spends his elective in new Zealand
I set out for Auckland early last November. I was leaving the worst of the British winter behind without any regrets. No more gloomy sky, no more arctic winds, no more 3 00 pm nightfalls. I was off to a land where the summer of '99 had yet to begin. After months of preparation and a weekend of careful packing to ensure my backpack wasn't too heavy I was ready to embark on the adventure.
The jetlag I experienced on reaching Auckland was incredible; it left me in a constant state of fatigue for a week. The feeling wasn't entirely unfamiliar, as I had been through the preclinical years in much the same state. The UK had a 13 hour time gap with New Zealand, and it took my body a while to catch up.
The emergency department at North Shore Hospital was considerably less busy than I had initially