We bribed our friend Colin to collect us from the airport in the early hours of Sunday 6th June. We’ve had a fantastic 96 day holiday that we will cherish forever. We are very appreciative of all the followers of our blog, the support and emails of encouragement we’ve received on our journey. We would like to thank everyone for coming along with us and sharing our adventure.
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Home Sweet Home |
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Do you remember my post on 1st April entitled “Nearly Lost In Translation” about my precious lost calligraphy pen???
I am pleased to say, that when I arrived home, there on the top of the huge pile of mail was the self addressed envelope I had sent to the Tabac in Italy, and inside, lo and behold, my pen! Happiness and joy. It might not look important to anyone else, but it is to me, and it was a major challenge to get it back. Result. Joyous.
Now, if you are someone who is terrified of flying, (moi) what’s the last thing you want to know when you are about to spend 12 hours on a flight?
As our Air New Zealand homebound jumbo jet started reversing away from the terminal at L.A. International Airport, the Captain’s voice came on the intercom and he did the usual “welcome on board blah blah speech” - all good so far I am thinking. Then he says “Well folks, we will be heading out to the furthermost runway. We need the long runway as the plane is heavy tonight”. Mother of Mary. Terror and tears. Tears and nails digging into Lindsay’s hand as we taxied for 25 minutes out to the runway, and breath holding while I waited for that baby to get itself airborne. Then there is the turning blue while I count out the first two minutes in flight because someone once told me that’s the most critical time. After a rough night of turbulence (or was it all the “heavyness” shifting around downstairs?), half a bottle of French champagne and a sleeping tablet, we made it to Auckland. I don’t recommend being me on any flight and I’ve never been so happy to see Auckland Airport’s runway, even though it was cold and raining.
Most people know that me and flying don’t go, so Instead of subjecting me to 3 flights on one day, including our 12 hour flight home, Linz decided we should hole up at the 500 room Sheraton Hotel by the airport for the night. Good decision, it was excellent. We had plenty of time the next day to take the hotel’s shuttle bus to a delightful nearby shopping mall, with a glimpse of Manhattan Beach along the way, albeit out of the bus window.
 Our L.A. Sheraton Hotel is on the very right side of the picture. A bit of a 9/11 moment as the plane appeared from nowhere |  It didn’t take Dot & Lenny long to find the Hotel’s heated pool, but after much deliberation, Lenny just did not want to unpack his togs |  Manhattan Beach from the bus |  Manhattan Beach Pier |
 Don’t worry honey, ‘aint no way I’m going backwards |  I’m still everywhere |  Can’t you just be a hydrant? All I see is an odd faced teddy directing traffic. |  When I saw this in the hotel’s driveway I thought it might be my birthday present, but no. |
Our visit to Atlanta was only 3 days long and specifically to catch up with my buddy from schooldays, Judy Vargas (nee Ambler), as well as my friend James Vieira. We didn’t get to see Atlanta city, but that wasn’t the point. It had been 15 years since I’d seen both of them and isn’t it cool how so much time can pass, but once you get together it just seems like yesterday. James was kind enough to put himself at our beck and call and drive us everywhere, including a 3 hour trip to the mall to buy new luggage after Continental Airlines wrecked ours. Jude and her husband Rene whisked us up to their beautiful home in Monroe, an hour and a bit East of Atlanta where we yapped so solidly for hours that the boys couldn’t get a word in edgeways. We had a truly wonderful time in Atlanta thanks to my friends and found it quite refreshing after New York and a very pleasant stint before our long trip home.
 Old mates Haven’t changed a bit we reckon | I instantly fell in love with Jude’s 8 week old adorable miniature Daschund, Ginger  |  Jude & Rene |
 Everything is big in the States! Jude & Rene’s 38 foot luxury “trailer”. The little brown blob on the lawn is Ginger. |  Linz & Rene at the kitchen bench of the trailer. 8 tonnes of luxury. Couldn’t get over the size of it. |  Jude & Linz being silly with a neck pillow |
 Linz & James at Starbucks while I decide on new luggage |  James’ beautiful Mom, in amazing shape for 92 |  Good mates |
After our first booked flight from NY to Atlanta leaving without us we had to wait another hour and a half till the next flight departed. We were first in the queue! I ‘phoned James in Atlanta and told him we’d be late and that our bags had already gone and I was really worried about them and I described them. The Continental plane to Atlanta was tiny and I was beside myself when we hit turbulence. To my delight, we arrived safely and James was there to meet us. We were about to head off to Baggage Claim to see if we could locate our bags, but James smiled and said “I already have your bags in my trunk” !!!!!!!!! I was unbelievably thankful and mortified at the same time. James had still gone to the airport at the arrival time of the first flight, identified and removed our bags from the carousel. I’m so, so pleased for that, but at the same time it’s scary that just anyone can walk into baggage claim and take whatever they like. Linz’s suitcase has been badly damaged, and the shuttle driver to NY airport ripped my new suitcase, but hey, at least we have our stuff. James had found us an amazing motel to stay in so we dumped our gear and went out for a very pleasant meal and then to a bar for a well needed few drinks to relieve the stress of our day.
Please hold your hands together for us – we are in the midst of an airport mishap. We are in the lounge at Newark Airport, New York. Our flight to Atlanta was due to leave at 1.26pm and the queue for security was an hour long and snaking right through the terminal. When we got to the desk to board, we were informed that the flight had gone without us. Tears. We are rebooked on another flight leaving at 2.50pm but our bags went on the previous flight.
My friend who is meeting us off the flight informs us that Atlanta airport is bad for people just walking up and taking other people’s luggage. He’s going to try and find our bags before we get there, but we need all the help we can get right now.
