The Flight Home

So, row 10.
Nice flight.
Both Sarah and I chose not to make up the bed option, and dozed in the recline position.
The bed is REALLY uncomfortable. Firm. Forget firm, it's too damned hard. The people who like hard beds have other issues, not for discussion here. I am told that they will be retrofitted with softer cushioning. They give you a topper pad in the mean time, but that really doesn't help. They need a pillow top for that to add value.
Here's a thought; Make a really thick pillow topper pad, which when flipped over is a little firmer.
In that way, the softies can have a pillow top mattress. Those who like a little firmer can flip the topper pad. Those masochists who like it tough can leave the topper pad off altogether, and sleep straight on the built-in mattress.

I watched a couple of movies, as well as 3 episodes from a new series called "White Collar". For those as old as me, you might remember Robert Wagner's first TV series, called "It takes a thief". This new one seems to be a remake of that concept.

A few hours sleep was enough, and I felt great when we landed. A quick visit to the AKL Koru Lounge, and off to CHC on NZ303. A meandering path to get to the gate, and then onto a bus.

One passenger asked why we take a bus. I told him this is how the airline can sell such cheap flights. We drive half way.

Back home. Minus 3 degrees. You have GOT to be kidding.
Sarah was sick by the time we got home, and was not a happy possum for the rest of that day.
Luckily, she was lots better the next day, so we made plans to fly to Sydney the following day, Friday.

Can't go from 38 degrees in Vegas to -3 in 3 days!!
Let's get out of here.

Now I am sitting in my brother-in-laws apartment in Sydney, tapping away into the night