My airport hotel rate included breakfast, so I set an alarm, partially so that I’d be awake in time for checkout, but mostly so I could be sure to hit the buffet in a relaxed & dignified manner. Or something approximation of such a thing.
I slept solidly from the time I put the lights out until the alarm, and had a few moments of confusion trying to understand what the alarm was.
Breakfast and Coffee happened, gazing out at this scenic vista of Airport Terminal & Construction Boarding.
I didn’t unpack much, so packing the bag wasn’t difficult, though I did transfer all of the carry on stuff back into the main bag. That green packable backpack has had way more use than I expected, but it’s beginning to break in places; Still, it survived longer than I’d have expected something from a tourist shop in Christchurch to last, and it fulfilled its duties with dignity and honour.
My rental car pickup was from the domestic terminal, or at least that’s what the instructions said to do, so I wombled over there and followed the directions. Did spot the opportunity for a Star Trek reference though.
This rental place had a system where you call them, and their shuttle picks you up & takes you to their lot in the general vicinity of the airport, which worked well enough. Made it to C+L’s without getting lost in the maze of streets around the airport, though some of that is because I followed a bus going in the correct direction. Because I’m clever.
I did discover that my tiny readers had become a casualty of the trip; No idea when it happened, but a chunk of one lens was missing. Given that I specifically bought them to have a pair of glasses which could get lost or damaged without it being a big deal, they lasted at least 2 years, through a lot of travel.
I figured I’d sleep well, on the grounds of being tired & jetlagged. Didn’t expect to sleep through to 11am, but … that’s what happened. Must have needed it, though I’ve not yet figured out just how much sleep I didn’t get.
If we assume that the overnight hostel in Bangkok was the last good sleep, and that the Singapore place doesn’t count, it’s a horrible number. If the Singapore place does count, it’s still at least a day.
I eventually achieved coherence, and set out to at least leave the house, whereupon I stumbled into a cafe with enormous scones.
And that seems like a good picture to end the post on.