Warning! The following article was written with SEVERE jetlag. All grammar errors, words and opinions are not ours.
Walk, Ferry, Shuttle Bus, Airport bus.
Hour queue for check in.
Enjoy 5 movies, two meals, one snack box and one unidentified vegetarian warm food item on 17 hour flight leaving Auckland at 15.30 to Doha. Arrive into Doha at midnight (on the same day?!?) and hang out at the sixth airport to be awarded five stars.
At 2am Doha time we eat a burger in a food court as we are both starving (Stomach’s revenge for red wine overload?). I think I see a giant teddy bear but my mind is sleep deprived and confused.
I think I meet George Cloony but my mind is sleep deprived and confused.
At 4.30am we check in for our 7 hour flight to sunny Blighty. We consume 3 movies, one meal and a veggie pasty thing.
At 11am we land on the damp rock in the north east Atlantic that is home. I think this means it has taken thirty and a half hours to get from Auckland to London but my brain is tired.
Al wins carousel rucksack roulette taking the final trip score to Al 4-2 Guy. She wins the casting vote in our flat hunt.
Alison’s wonderful parents and our new landlords meet us at the airport.
Bus, Bus, Train, Car and within five hours of being in the country we are in Waitrose perusing the Kiwi wine selection.
We have swollen ankles.
For those of you who have been writing in, demanding to know Al’s fitbit totals for the whole eight months, here are the final scores on the doors:
1,514.81 miles walked (which is equivalent to walking from London to Ivalo, in the north of Finland)
646,995 calories burnt (mostly replaced by dumplings)
1,791 hours slept
Thankfully Fitbit don’t record alcohol units consumed.
We go to bed at 7pm in full daylight.
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