Auckland Airport Pacific Inn
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I landed in Auckland at about 22:25 local time. Thankfully, I slept for a few hours on this flight, and spent the rest of the time watching movies and chatting to an Indian guy called Neeraj who was on his way to Auckland to begin his studies - hope it's all going well man.
Auckland looked pretty amazing from above in the night; motorways like arteries and streetlamps mapping the veins, and the pulsating city centre. Afterwards, grabbed my luggage and made my way to the shuttle ...
... gangway for the last time. With that our time on The World had come to an end.
After a bit of confusion we found the driver the ship had booked for us to take us to the airport. We were waiting at one door, and he, and his BMW limo were waiting around the corner at another door. What a way to leave the ship!
The flight to Christchurch was smooth and our rental car waiting for ...
... by his wife Sue – another Pom as it happened. We got on really well – but he didn't get his parking place back for another 24 hours.
Jeremy has a “tyre monitor” which he uses to check the tyre pressures on each of Bertie's seven tyres. It has on occasions alarmed and normally there has been some explanation as to why it has gone off. However, it alarmed, Jeremy checked it, it alarmed again, same tyre and he came to ...
Thankfully we survived the night in our dorm with possibly two of the creepiest men on Earth we decided to get out of bed pretty swiftly so that we didn't have to spend any more time around them. Our first day in Auckland was amazing, we first stopped off at Telecom to buy New Zealand phone numbers so we would be able to contact each other if we ever got separated and it also made it easier talking to friends and family as we no longer had ...
... her under my arm using my other arm to pull us both to the edge. Her face was covered in hair and all red. I got her to the edge where a load of bystanders dragged her out. I hopped out completely drenched (but very refreshed) and went to her and told her she was OK as she was crying. Her caregiver was there and looked a bit embarrassed. I asked her for her name and she said it was Aroura, I said "like the princess? I wish I was named after a ...