Boarded on time, I had weighed my cabin bag, and measured it, well within the weight and total cm allowance. I tried to get it into the overhead locker, no luck. A tall man tried, no luck. I then opened it and took out my toilet bag. Luckily this is not a feminine frilly one in pink, but a very handy Kathmandu one in pale blue, rather like a very, very small overnight bag, Then another man jammed it in!!! Phew, first hurdle over.
Take off, OK, turn and bank OK, lovely lady next to me, we chatted most of the way, until the approach to Auckland, lots of rocking, ups and downs, then we landed, I was last off, as I then had to repack my bag, waiting till others had crushed alongside each-other in the aisle as they all struggled to be off first. What was their hurry, we wondered. Slowly walking to the exit, a Tall.. Dashing.. Good Looking PILOT came by my side,
Did I mention Young and Good Looking??
" Would you like me to carry your bag? Are you going far?" Yes please, just to the island outside , a friend is picking me up. " Do you know her car?" Yes, a silver one and the number plate is XXXXXX.'" There it is, I can see it, will you be all right now by yourself" Yes, thank you so very much for your help, here she comes now.'
Do all pilots have such wonderful eyesight?
Friendship comes in all shapes, sizes and age, and for me this kindness and the company of my travel companion made today so much better.
Elaine collected me, I had a practise drive from where Trev's funeral is tomorrow to her home, coffee, we drew a map, and all is well.
I wonder how things are at home, I have been given instructions and warnings about driving, taxis, public transport, and locking all doors!! Family do care so much.
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Below, courtesy of the Internet, Auckland City at Night.
