White socks. That is how my adventure in New Zealand began, with white socks. Landing in New Zealand after what felt like a week-long flight, I was greeted at the airport by Chris Ward and Peter Mills, two of the people already working on Fellowship and two of the people I would grow closest to over the coming year. They kindly offered to take me around Wellington the next day and give me a little tour of my new home. During that outing, they also casually mentioned that nobody in Zealand wore white socks
