Day Three. Disappeared into an Air New Zealand 737. Meals, drinks - we were plied liberally with...water, nonstop movies, long chats with a flight attendant, a 3 hour stopover in LA...until we crossed the International Date Line and arrived in...
Day Four! New Zealand! Only one little hiccup - I walked out of Arrivals and completely failed to see Cat standing right in front of me. Hmm - had she become unrecognisable? Did I need my eyes testing? No, just lessons in looking in the right place.
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