Day 1, New Zealand to England

I said goodbye to Amy and my mother and hopped in the shuttle at about 1:30pm- I was still only anxious about catching the connecting plane that would take me out of NZ because I seem to be an incredibly anxious flyer (no way, me, anxious?). The wait in Dunedin wasn’t too bad until 3:10, and I dozed for most of that flight. 

Once I got to Christchurch at 4:10 I checked my bag in (waiting in a queue that didn’t have anyone attending for about an hour to do so – and then went to go exchange some money. The wait in Christchurch was a long one, so I sat around for another 4 hours and finally got on the plane. 

Watched Fantastic Beasts on the trip from Chch to Melbourne, fantastic btw. A short wait in Melbourne of about an hour and a 13+ hour flight to Dubai. I don’t recall when I slept but it was only a few hours – and, classic Matt, woke up with a whole lot of neck and back pain. The seatbelt lights went on right after I got up to stretch and ablute, so I sat in my seat and writhed for a half hour before I could get up again and actually pee. Fortunately my seat was slightly more roomy than other economy seats – mine was in a small room at the back of the upper deck, the only room of economy seats on the upper deck full stop.

Mine is the second chair, third row back, sticking up oddly

Once we got to Dubai of course I needed to go again, I held it and went through security again to get back into the terminal to wait for my transfer – then I went to the loo finally (after a milky dinner, and I could only find squat toilets) and sat down (gingerly), waiting for the gate to open. Once we finally got on the plane again the pilot had problems with the onboard computer and had it replaced which took 20 minutes or so), then we were in a queue at what seemed to be plane ‘rush hour’, so I watched Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children (another fantastic film!) while waiting an hour for take off. This flight was 8 hours but I dozed very little, and spent most of the last couple of hours worrying, coming up with reasons why I wouldn’t be let into the UK.

Eventually we landed and disembarked, I got let through immigration with the only questions being where are you going, and why the green hair – of course there was a delay in the bag handling though. I got out some money with my cash passport which turned out to be a fantastic idea, because of bookings) and met Cathy holding a fantastic sign. 

They always spell my name wrong

Cathy seemed as delirious as I was during our bus journey back to Oxford. We chuckled at everything and anything, I seemed to be on a reunification high. 

Just down the road from Cathy’s, Cornmarket St.

Once at her house just down one of the main roads, we popped down to a pharmacy called Boots and I grabbed some supplies, and headed back. After a quick shower we popped quite literally a couple of doors down to the Eagle and Child, and had a feed. Back at Cathy and Andrew’s I tried to stay awake but alas, I was too tired. I promptly fell asleep before 9pm, woke up, got ready for bed and fell asleep again. I would say I got less than 5 hours sleep since I started travelling, and didn’t have a great sleep the night before I began my journey, so I was probably running on delirium.

No eagles, few children. 5/7.

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