Fiona Robinson was in a sleepy coastal village somewhere in Argentina when quite by chance she discovered late in the piece, the world was shutting down all around her.
After a breathtakingly eventful journey home that will entertain generations to come she finally arrived back home to NZ on Monday and since then she's been holed up in managed isolation in a hotel near the airport.
What is it like? Is it more jail or more jacuzzi? She describes the situation to Lisa Owen.
