Date: Saturday August 13, 2011
Time: 5:35 pm
Location: Auckland, NZ, Auckland Airport
Well, here I am again; sitting in an airport. The circumstances are significantly different though. I don’t (as much as I would like to) plan to miss my flight this time. Not that I actually planned that, but it’s about an hour out of boarding time and I’m already sitting at the gate.
Instead of hours of Canada and a Sydney airport travel, I have spent the last couple hours on various buses. After breakfast at Dixie Brown’s with Ken, he dropped me off at the Naked Bus. Thankfully, everyone inside was fully clothed with the only reference to nudity coming from the catchphrase of the bus company; “Stripping the cost of travel!”
I was enjoying having two seats to myself and the quiet of the bus and at the same time listening to Adele and Taylor Swift. It wasn’t until the bus stopped to pick up passengers in Waikato that I had to share my seat.
“sithere?” mumbled a girl with dark hair and big earrings as she sat on my purse.
As if I had a choice. I regretted her sudden presence for two reasons; one, the fact that she took the seat without waiting for my answer and sat on my purse. And two; because I had to pee and she had just blocked me in.
She immediately pulled her hood over her sunglasses (???), crossed her arms and shut her eyes. There was no squeezing past this broad. She had bags on her lap. And to give you a picture of her size, her pockets were untucked because there was just no room in her pants. Do I dare rouse the rude sleeping girl? I thought as I looked longingly back at the on-board lavatory, a teasing two seats behind.
Luckily, we stopped in Hamilton just then to change bus drivers and were given a 10 minute bathroom break.
Once I arrived at the airport and checked in I set out on a mission to get my money back from Air New Zealand. I was promised 100 dollars of clothing reimbursed after they lost my bag and I sure as heck wasn’t gonna miss out on it! Unfortunately, since it was to be reimbursed in New Zealand dollars (which were of no use to me at this point) I only got 71 U.S. dollars back after fees and currency differences were incurred.
After all that was said and done I walked over to security and unloaded the 30 pounds of bags I was carrying on my person. I got to the other side of the metal detector and was asked to follow a man to an inspection point where he carried my red backpack. He did a quick search and found the jar of Nutella I was bringing home. Rats!
“You can’t take this, it’s over 400 milliliters.”
“Ok.” I said, shattered.
“Would you like a spoon?” he laughed.
YES!
“No, that’s alright.” I laughed back and left in search of sustenance before I got on the 12 hour flight.
When I got on the plane, I realized I was given an aisle seat. Oh, joy. At least I was sitting next to a harmless elderly couple.
Yeah, right.
I put on Water for Elephants and settled myself in to the uncomfortable coach seat the best I could when I noticed the lady was struggling with her remote and TV. I offered my assistance and showed her how to push the arrows and select button (so hard!). I thought she understood until she called the flight attendant over not half an hour later.
I finished my movie and the chicken dinner I was given then I decided to try and sleep. I reclined my chair, which the guy behind me was not too happy about. Sorry mister, I’m not too happy about my sleeping situation either.
I didn’t even recline it fully, which I discovered after I was drifting to sleep and elderly woman pressed my recline button instead of hers. Whoa! Good morning!
After that, sleep was just wishful thinking. The seat was extraordinarily uncomfortable and my poor bottom was getting sore no matter how much I shifted cheeks. Also, instead of going to sleep, elderly woman decided to read some romance novel and her darn overhead light was shining in my eyes.
Looks like I’m having a Big Bang Theory marathon.
I finally arrived in L.A. and had to run around the airport like a chicken with my head cut off to customs and ticketing and security in under an hour to make my next flight.
But I made it! So here I am in Seattle, spending a few days with my sister before I return to Colorado. I’m already missing New Zealand and all my friends. The New Zealand smell Febreeze (I kid you not) my sister bought is just not the same.