There is something quite soul warming about landing in Dunedin. The single runway is surrounded by paddocks and once you come out of the "enormous" twin propeller aircraft and descend the stairs, you are hit with that combined sweet smell of silage and animal - absolutely perfect for my little international city slicker of a kid.
In honest confessions, this is the point where I admit my over confident traveller mistake. One always travels with insurance, however, One never wants to use it. One always thinks that she can get through any bag collection and airline transfer quickly. And yes, everywhere else this works! Auckland for some reason on the day we arrived could not deliver to my expectations. Three A380s (larger than a 747) and one 747 landed within an hour of each other and the airport turned into a stock sorting yard. Sixty minutes into our luggage collection wait, I informed the madam that we would miss our flight to Dunedin; as her tears began to quietly flow I assured her that all would be okay as we would get there and if we didn't we could stay with her cousin or at the airport hotel. We did make it down to Dunedin adding extra flights onto the trip with a pleasurable reunion of long-lost cousins at Mary's Sunday School less that 12 hours later. Lesson learnt - the only place in the world I ever need to use travel insurance is New Zealand (last year a lost suitcase and this year a missed flight).
Settling back into the kiwi routine was instant. Arrive at Grandma's at 9pm, hit church the next morning, enrol in school the day following, and then get yourself into a school holiday programme soon afterwards. Thou shalt not suffer jet-lag when the best place in the world to be is Dunedin!
Location:Hobson Street,St Clair,New Zealand
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