48 hours and 25 minutes to be exact. Which in itself is probably also incorrect as the plane will be in Dutch airspace for some time after take off, and it also doesn't factor in the length of time it will take for me to write this which just confuses me even more so we'll say two days and let that be the end of it.
On Friday, one rucksack, one duffelbag, one borrowed toddler carrying backpack (it's the backpack that's borrowed, not the toddler), one actual toddler with accompanying mother, one wide selection of carry on luggage, and er, myself will all squeeze into a taxi that is already booked but I'll no doubt have to ring in a last minute panic anyway, and head for Amsterdam's Schiphol airport.
Our destination is New Zealand. Home to extreme landscapes, the Maori people, the All Blacks, oddly rubber feeling money, and Tiger Wood's former caddy.
|Ready for the off|
So that's it for now. Tune in next time when we might be answering questions such as 'did the taxi show up?', 'is the WiFi really that expensive?', and 'how much cash bribe does it take to have a stewardess seat me 15 rows away from my screaming daughter on a 22 hour flight due to an 'error' ?'