Today we took our first aeroplane of the trip (well, mine anyway) to New Zealand. Mike spent hours finding the airline with the most liberal luggage allowance. When we showed up at the airport, we discovered that we had failed to buy our outward bound tickets out of New Zealand in accordance with their rules. This is because we were being vague and hazy about our plans, and also because I have been so busy I haven't been able to keep an eye on the future and its requirements as I usually do. So, suddenly, our plans got made for us, or we weren't going to New Zealand.
We had a fine flight during which I watched Bollywood videos and Antonia watched Toy Story 3, arrived in Christchurch and headed for the only motel left in the place with available rooms. Mike bought pizza and fish and chips for dinner and I wandered into an Asian supermarket and got some sweet buns and melon juice for breakfast (uh-oh!)