Someone wiser than me once told me that at my age I should wear flight socks if I wanted to fly long haul, Me wearing stockings I thought. Well I suppose if it mean't that I could get to the land of the Long White Cloud then it was worth the embarassment, afterall who would know that I was even wearing them.
So the journey began, socks and all we left Heathrow on the 5990 mile, eleven and a half hour flight to Hong Kong our halfway point and on arrival we celebrated with a well deserved if a little expensive round of G&T's.
A 3 hour transit time turned into 4 hours due to a delay to the Auckland flight but we were soon on our way, ahead of us another 10 hours and 4987 mile marathon.
The flight was made more bearable after I found the TV series ' An Idiot Abroad' and other movies.
Anyway we all arrived safe and well to start our adventure, we were whisked away from the airport by the most miserable taxi driver in the southern hemisphere. After dropping off our bags we headed into Auckland for a meal on the harbour front and a few beers, I say beers.... we ended up in a bar with it's own micro brewery.
Not knowing what to order Chris decided upon 'Old Fort' a very dark beer that tasted like a mixture of wood and metal! Our second choice was not much better 'Gold Rush', it was a bit lighter in colour and a slightly less like drinking wood shavings!
We were all falling asleep in the bar so we called our trusty taxi driver friend and made our way back to the motel ready for a good nights sleep (that didn't work, jetlag and all) and our trip north in the morning.
Oh yes back to the socks, they were much like any other socks, they were just as smelly as any socks that hadn't been changed for 2 days! although we did all arrive in New Zealand safe and well so I suppose they were a success?
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