T and I began our journey at noon on Saturday and en route –
M, who’s been working in Aus, fetched up at Sydney airport –
much to someone’s surprise.
After 2 days of ear popping, leg cramping and trundling luggage around giant displays of Toblerone (a permanent fixture in duty frees since 1973), we’re now beyond the Orient, in an isolated land across the far side of the world; but despite that, it’s strangely familiar.
Last night bagpipes echoed around lake Wakatipu, and this morning we ate beans on toast for breakfast before playing pool, whilst outside it rained – nothing like travel to broaden the mind.
Three days in Queenstown to acclimatise, reconnect and suss out where we’re going.