First let me just clear one thing up: if you've been vegan a while, you can't just pop into In n Out for a grilled cheese on your way to the airport and not feel the repercussions. Unfortunately, in this case, I fear those sitting near me for the next 12 hours of flying felt, or more appropriately smelt, those repercussions as well.
But moving on...
We got through security and to our gate in great time. The alarmingly pregnant (I have a pretty irrational fear of pregnant women in public) woman who checked us in was nice enough to seat us together. I was relieved to know we were seated in the back of the plane, as everyone knows (at least everyone who has watched Lost) that the people in the back survive in the event of a crash.
I noticed, as we boarded that there was a woman, probably early 70s, posted in a row of three seats, arms folded. I don't know if, indeed, no one was assigned to sit there or she just scared them off, but sure enough when we took off, she had the row to herself. Shortly after take-off, as I tried (and failed) to get comfortable I felt a simultaneously remarkable and embarrassing amount of satisfaction in realizing that the arm rests only folded half way up. Sleep well, lady.
I eventually fell asleep and woke up roughly 10 hours later. Apparently I was tired? We landed in Auckland, under the cover of 5am darkness, without event.
We stopped for an early morning walk at Piha Beach. This might be the best photograph ever taken.
Piha Beach with Lion Rock barely visible on the right.
Roxy wasn't keen to climb Lion Rock and can be seen there on the bottom left.
Jetlag eventually got the best of us. Again, so photogenic.
On Monday morning we went for a hike around Blue Lake accompanied by Digby, a rare Kiwi miniature horse. Known in America as a big ass dog.
My face here is a visual representation of how I feel about the level of humidity.
How two people can look so good is beyond me.
-power to the peaceful