I'm sitting here this morning reflecting on yesterdays travel and the flight over. I ended up spending quite a while at the airport (even for me) because the flight was delayed by 1 1/2 hours. Luckily I had a Koru pass and so spent what remained of the afternoon working from the Koru Club. When we did finally get to board I found myself on one of those very FULL A320 flights across the Tasman where you know it is gonna be packed. The please make sure you only have ONE piece of hand luggage reminded at the gate is always a sure sign. I was supposed to be sitting in row 1, however, the asked if I would move to let a couple sit together. I'm a sucker for a love story, so of course I said yes. As such I ended up in row 4, which is still, as you will appreciate, at the front of the plane and last to board. By the time I boarded there was just no room in the overhead lockers at the front of the plane, which seems to me to be a curious phenomenon when the plane was boarded from the back forward. It was, of course, all those damn Gold and Gold Elites who sit at the front and board first.
This brings me to a curious thing about humankind. We really are quite self serving at times and the boarding of a plan is one of those times. People, prepared with everything they can legitimately carry, get ready to rush onto the plane to grab the available locker space. My convenience is your inconvenience I can almost hear them cry. Anyway, I digress, I enlisted the help of the helping crew and my bag resided above row 9 for the flight.
I found myself sitting beside a gentleman in his late 50's on one side and an old lady in her late 70's on the other. She was from Paeroa, had lived there for 40 years and was a hoot. She was the sort of person who makes you remember the diversity of humans and how there is good everywhere. I'd say she'd be pretty down to earth and rough when it came to it, but she loved her kids and her grandkids and she was a good'n.
The guy on my other side was of all things, a person who travels around ultra-sounding sheep for farmers telling the state of their pregnancy or not. Not an everyday occupation :-) Conversation drifted from that to Marlborough where he lived, to Golden Bay and Sans Souci Inn in Pohara which I have stayed at twice and he knew the owners. It is a mud brick place built by two Swiss, very beautiful. New Zealand really is a small village.
Anyway, the point of all this is that after a long afternoon getting into the air, I ended up chatting most of the way to Australia and did not even finish my movie. It was nice :-)