We made it. Not only did they let us stay in Koru in Wellington they let us in in Auckland too!
Tony hadn't been feeling that well. Nek minute Miranda started dosing him with "gastrolytes". She had been assigned to heathly guts and stopping skids.
At the sight of some shephards pie and potatoe salad Tony's stomach said enough and he began eating. The travel gods were smiling on him and he managed to get an upgrade so abandoned his wife and friends to enjoy a few hours sleep and much better food.
Sally and Miranda were obviously naughty and were banished to the boot of the plane. Row 783. It was so farback they were in another time zone. This was not a shock for Sally as she has been living in the eighties for decades.
Debra was nearer the front but was sandwiched between two skinny yet super tall guys. The travel gosd were not so nice to her and either from stress, over work, or getting something from Tony, she was ill and the sick bag was employed.
Her loving husband brought her chocolate from up front but the thought made her head back to the toilets.
S&M were the last off the plane and immigration was slow but we made up time on the Maglev. It was going slow and we got to a mere 300kph.
Neal was waiting for us at the end and took us to the apartment. He only got lost once. Fridge now stocked with fruit and beer we are about to venture out to the super big brunch.