I dreaded the 29 hour journey. Anita is hard work for an hour on a train, what flying halfway around the world would be like I didn’t dare consider. As things were, I hadn’t considered the hypnotic effect of in-flight entertainment on a child who doesn’t normally have a television to watch. She watched every movie, some twice, slept lots and only occassionally was difficult. Perhaps the best summary was on our landing at Wellington, where I’d let her have the window seat, she laughed and shouted “again!”.
For this hopeless crank, the worst thing about the flight was the fact that we didn’t have a 747, instead having a 777.
We were met at Wellington International by two of Diane’s new colleagues, and we were driven to our apartment. It is stylish, spacious, and has an amazing view.
So that’s it. We’ve arrived, after an uneventful but long journey, and we can’t rest yet! There’s still a lot to sort out.
Tags: arrival, emigration, flying, Petone
