The blood's rushing to our dead
The flight from Toronto to Zland was uneventful (thankfully). Air Canada was late out of the starting blocks since the loading of the baggage occurred during a shift change. We guessed that their union insists for them to drop wherever they have wherever they are. But very civilized flight - meaning they had power plugs at all the seats so that the laptop could stay fed. Not so for us though. Vancouver airport was a model of good design. They even provide free wifi.
Somewhere over the pacific, we lost Saturday. Slept right through it - the way any wasted day should be spent. Going to Zland was about 21+ hours, but going with the time zones made it feel like a stretched day. Air New Zealand sardined us and no food for the laptop although this time, we got dinner and breakfast. We knew that there wasn't going to be power plugs on this flight, so we'd gotten a spare battery for the laptop before we'd left. Between doing some work, listening to music and watching from a vast selection of inflight entertainment choices right from the (comfort?) of our seats and of course sawing logs, the trip didn't seem long.
Getting to Auckland, we were connecting to a domestic flight to get catch up with our buds in Wellington at the southern tip of the north island. Some challenges were presented: baggage restrictions since the baggage allowance was significantly less than the international flight (the check in person looked the other way), and finding some wifi (the nice people at Koru Club at the terminal allowed us to use their elite services lounge to await our connection, provided free wifi and endless latte).
The flight from Auckland to Wellington was short, and in no time we were hugging Murrette and Gavin, and loading our excessive debris into their Lexus. We enjoyed our first views of Wellington as we drove from the airport to their house just to the north - a city that wraps itself around the bay, lots of green, and houses that appeared be perched precariously on the sides of the hills. Very pretty. So when we get to their place, we were ready for (needed?) a shower and a change of clothes (Murrete and Gavin would probably agree with this).
So we did the touristy things - the waterfront, the botanical gardens, cable car, etc. Highlight was a pod of 20-30 dolphins out in the harbour. Apparently this is not a common sight. It would appear the "Year of Mike" is still on! So, to complete the day (and end the sightseeing, we loaded into a pub and finished the day sucking back brewskis. The Kiwis don't seem to know that word. Also, I found out that fanny pack is a phrase that should only be used with close friends. Also, don’t ask for a napkin in a restaurant since that term is used to refer to a feminine hygiene product here. Anyway, the people are super nice and haven't yet wanted to run me out of their country.