After getting up and finishing the last of my packing. I got taken to the airport instead of having to leave my car in the car park at some extorsional price.
After booking in and passing immigration control I had a few hours to kill so milled around the shops.
After collecting this and pushing back again we got out of Auckland. It was a nice clear day with great views over the city and surrounding country.
The flight was nice and smooth, and then we started our descent to Sydney and into a bit of a rollercoaster ride. The turbulence was back. Now I get to fly into Wellington, NZ, fairly often and that is meant to be a bumpy ride, but this was far worse.
Finally we got through and dropped below the clouds. While Auckland had been nice and sunny, Sydney was wet and grey.
We finally made it to the terminal but by this time we were 30 mins late and a number of us were meant to be boarding the flight to Frankfurt via Singapore. So a quick dash through Sydney airport, with a stop for security control just encase we had managed to get hold of something since boarding in Auckland, got us to the gate for the next flight.
We hussled on and found our seats. And sat there, and sat there and sat there. The pilot came on and told us there was a discrepancy with some of the paper work that had to be filled in.
We finally got pushed back about an hour late and started the trip to Singapore.
This was a nice flight. Spent a fair amount of time flicking through the entertainment and settled on music and read my book.
We made up a bit of time on the flight and they decided to keep the turnaround time in Singapore right down. So 40 mins later we were back on the plane and headed for Frankfurt.
Spent the first part of the flight trying to sleep. No matter what I try those economy seats just don't allow for anything approaching decent sleep. Started to flick through the entertainment again. At some point my screen decided to play up and put all movie and TV shows into negative. By this time I was fed up with the music and radio stations so even though the colours were all off I watched a few of the TV shows. And then back to music and another attempt at sleeping. I think I must have dozed through the next couple of hours because next thing I properly remember the lights were back on and breakfast was being served. After that it was back to my book for the approach to Frankfurt. We had made up time on this leg as well so instead of arriving half an hour after my onward flight was meant to have departed I arrived about 15 mins before. So I raced round Frankfurt airport to find my connection
Got to the gate to find that the plane was being held and the flight was going to be 15 mins late leaving. Once we got onto the plane we got the news that the paper work was wrong (again) and we missed our slot for takeoff. Once everything was finally sorted we were about 45 mins late leaving. After a short hop we hit the holding pattern at Heathrow. Finally got in an hour late.
Once I got picked up and taken home I decided that I really had to try to stay awake, we landed at around 9am UK time and I had been on the go for something like 37 hours with little sleep.
I managed to stick it out until 4pm when I finally passed out. I woke up at 3am. Ah well
