* Richard might know now that he's an official grandfather.
I returned from the South Island yesterday. It turned out to be a long trip.
Having booked an early (8am) flight I had to be at the airport by 7am as I had a bag to check in. I didn't listen to The Old Girl who is a bit cavalier about meeting deadlines and getting to places on-time. To satisfy me she booked an Uber at 6.30am, made all the arrangements and went with me as far as her workplace in the city. I carried on to the airport.
While I don't have the Uber App on my phone I like the system because the fare is quoted and paid for in advance, the arrival is timely and guaranteed, the cars are clean and well maintained and, for me, the exit is straightforward and hassle free. Gone are the days of worrying about being overcharged, the anxiety about leaving a tip or not and patiently waiting for the taxi driver to fiddle about with change hoping that you are in a hurry and will say "keep it". I arrived at the airport at 6.55am and checked in the luggage, got my tickets and made my way to the departures lounge.
On the way to the airport visibility from the car window was like this:
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At the airport the view of the runways was like this:
It didn't bode well.
Sure enough, soon announcements were made about flight delays as inbound aircraft were delayed or cancelled. My flight from Christchurch to Auckland was delayed twice which made me worry about my connecting flight from Auckland to Whangarei which was scheduled for only 50 minutes after the Christchurch plane was to land.
Sure enough, soon came the announcement that my flight was cancelled and a text message from Air New Zealand told me that another, 10.30am instead of 8am flight was booked for me along with a 4pm connecting flight to Whangarei. I can't complain about the service and never complain at how weather hampers flight schedules. It is what it is. I arrived at Auckland at midday and had a four hour wait for my flight home. Hey! Having done a lot of travelling over the years I'm used to it and found a comfy seat to sit and read a book.
During my extra 2 and 1/2 hours at Christchurch airport and 4 hours at Auckland, while people watching, I saw many harassed-looking parents herding, cajoling, entertaining, disciplining and generally managing small children. To a T the parents in addition to the wrangling, were hopelessly encumbered with voluminous bags stuffed with childrens' blankets, toys, drink bottles, food containers, pyjamas and other clothing, slippers and what looked like the entire contents of a kid's bedroom. Sheesh!
Is that really necessary? When we travelled as children we had none or next to none of that. What's going on?
The Auckland to whangarei flight was on-time but when closer to home the view out the window looked like - you guessed it - this:
On landing the airport runway looked like this:
I was concerned that the pilots might have to turn around and fly back to Auckland and I guess they would have if I'd been on the last flight of the day (7pm). Fortunately they gave it a try and, dipping down to ground level there was a brief break in the mist and low cloud enabling them to do a quick touchdown, It was very well executed and I made sure to acknowledge that to them as I was passing the flight deck on exiting.
It was raining yesterday and most of today but I'm happy to be home and hey! I have the study to myself again.