It’s important to bring things full circle, so Louvelle and I marked my last day in Australia the way we began it – by heading to the Fair Trade Cafe for breakfast I had cinammon toast with apple slices, which was good, despite the raisin bread. There was even vegemite on the side, which could only have been more perfectly Australian if it were served by someone named Bruce. Personally I didn’t think it really went with cinammon toast, but after giving it a go, it wasnt such a bad combo.
We stopped at the Glebe market on the way back, and Louvelle bought a nice skirt and an awesome belt. I settled on another book, even though I still have one on the go. Louvelle had a dance class (again, full circle) – her first time being able to dance since she hurt her foot, so I went home and tried to find a place to stay in New Zealand. Called a few hostels, but didn’t have much luck. Checked out one of my favourite websites, sleepinginairports.com and decided I’d probably just sleep in the airport, since reviews on the site were good, and I didn’t get in to Christchurch until after midnight anyhow.
Ella kindly jotted down some things to see and do in New Zealand for me, which was really quite handy. Lee joined in with some suggestions too, so I have a few ideas to choose from. Of the three pages of information Ella wrote down for me, the page marked “Must Dos” appears to only be a list of various candies, cakes, milkshakes and other sweets. We all have our priorities, it seems.
Louvelle got back from dance, and was kind enough to accompany me to the airport. Or, probably more likely, wanted to ensure that I actually left. Got the third degree when I was checking in, but finally got my boarding pass. We used the last of my Australian money on some sushi rolls, and then it was time for me to head to customs. We said our goodbyes and made some tentative plans for our next rendezvous (she’ll be in Canada in June), and then I was off.
The flight was fairly uneventful – I managed to sleep a little bit, which was nice – even if it was only 8 or 9pm Sydney time. The woman beside me left at the beginning of the flight and didn’t come back until we were preparing to land, so it was nice and roomy.
A new time zone in Christchurch, so I wasn’t really as tired as I ought to have been (the nap couldn’t have helped). I walked around the airport to find the perfect spot to setup shop for the night, but the majority of good spots were taken. I ended up grabbing a free spot along the wall near the water fountain and the telephones and laid myself to what I hoped would be sleep.
