Move along, nothing to see here. You all know about long air flights: food (quite good on this occasion), wine (excellent NZ vintages), movies (a trite NZ movie called Number 2 then Scott watched a much better Hollywood effort called Firewall and Disa watched various British comedy programmes), attempts to sleep, crying infants (3 or 4 on this flight with harried parents walking the aisles in desperation – relax it’s a flight, no one could sleep anyway even if your babies were silent so don’t beat yourselves up!) and ignoring your bladder until you simply must clamber over a complete stranger (whose is asleep) to find the toilet, filling out immigration forms. Nothing new or exciting here, move along!
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