Well I look back at the last 24 hours and most of them are a
blur. I remember a middle of the night
text. I remember the cutting of rainbow coloured shaggy fur fabric and
checking my luggage in. But the rest is
pretty sketchy.
I’m at Auckland airport right now , waiting to board the next leg of the
trip. The trip over was uneventful, with the exception of a meal on the plane I wasn’t
expecting and a window seat that
turned out to be a miniscule sliver of
the guy in fronts window or the same size sliver of the window behind me. This was disappointing because this was the
only leg of my crossing that will be in daylight and the tiny bit of the
gorgeous coastline of NZ was all but obscured by plane hull.
And the flight went by so fast it was amazing to me that
when I checked, we were 26 minutes from landing in the city of Sails and didn’t
actually feel any longer than my usual commute to work. So here I sit, with about 2 more hours to
kill before I’ll even bother to head for the gate. And I have a sneaking suspicion that I
might have contracted the tummy bug that one of my kids had yesterday… should
make for an interesting long haul
section no?
***
So, on board my long
haul, having just suffered through a
hellish 2 ½ hours almost constantly on a bowl,
I made it to my seat and there I stayed until 2 hours out from LA. I slept fitfully through the entire performance. No meal.
No movies. Just concentrating on
keeping everything ‘nice’. I will
NEVER book a window seat long haul again… ever.
The two people between me and the loo were not friendly and not keen to
let me out… so I remained trapped. Add
to that, the flight being probably half children under 5 and we had the recipe
for a memorable flight.
Customs in the US is
always a fun affair, but today we had 4 massive flights in at the same time….
It was long, sweaty and tempers were
flaring all over the place. Of course,
I made it through unscathed about an
hour later and retrieved my now hurled to the side luggage, that is only a
shadow of its glorious new self with greasy chain marks and dings all over its
limey goodness…
I wandered out to where I remember catching the Disneyland
shuttle and waited and waited and waited… finally in my all but delirious
state, went over to a different shuttle company and booked a seat… within 15
mins I was on my way… only, I’m not sure he knew the way… it took 2 hours…
nearly double what it usually takes.
Ahhhh…. But I’m here now…. And like childbirth, the pain is
all but forgotten due to the euphoria of
being back on hallowed Disney ground.
I managed to keep some dinner down and just wandered the
shops and listened to all the amazing musicians along the walkway. I swear I have a spring in my step again and
can’t wait to launch into my solo campaign tomorrow.
A few shots of my first day:
Caramel ( or Carmel, as it is pronounced here) apples... definitely going to have one of these yet |
Disneyland all Halloweened up... |
Haha! I'm sorry. I shouldn't laugh but I agree whole-heartedly that window seats on long haul flights are only....ONLY.... for those who are actually camels, in disguise, and who don't need to go potty for 24 hours at a time! So sad to hear you weren't well on the flight. That sucks. You've probably given it to half the plane though, so... pay back and all that for cranky seat buddies ;)
ReplyDeleteLove reading your adventures <3
All so exciting Lisa .... i am going to really enjoy reading about your trip ... take care and I hope your tummy settles soon Vx
ReplyDeleteThanks guys...
ReplyDeletehopefully I'll be all good by the time the rest of the group arrives. Have decided to pass on the tours I'd arranged, unless I wake up tomorrow feeling on top of the world. In recovery mode.