Well, obviously I finally managed to get home okay... After 19 hours of delay we finally got off the ground and on our way. Arrived back in Auckland at 7am Monday morning, my brother picked me up, I had a quick change of clothes and then drove myself straight to work. Yes, that's how dedicated I am... actually there were some very important deadlines that day which couldn't be delegated, otherwise I'm sure I would've flagged it. After I dispensed with the tasks that needed to be dispensed, everyone urged me to go home, but by that stage I was fighting against sleep to avoid jet lag - if I could just resist until the normal NZ bedtime that night, I should be all okay for the rest of the week. Fortunately I managed to, so it wasn't as bad as it could have been.
The last two weeks have gone by in a blur. I could
specify some of the things I did but perhaps not in a coherent order. Vehicle-wise this weekend has been 'exciting', one could say. When I went to pick James up from work on Friday night, he discovered I had a flat tyre... great! No idea how it happened, and for how long it had been that way, but I'm so ignorant when it comes to cars that it wouldn't surprise me if it had been a week-long deflation process. That's when I discovered my boot didn't even have a jack (haha, for some reason that sounds rude), fortunately James' workmate volunteered his, and without any sort of hard labour on my part my wheel was changed. It's great to be a girl sometimes!
Unfortunately the changed tyre was only a space saver, on which you're not supposed to drive faster than 80km/h, so I had to get a proper fix the next day. On Saturday morning I woke up bright and early (for Saturday) at 8.30am and went into Newmarket to find a solution. Long story short, I went to Beaurepaires, Honda Service, Pit Stop and Newmarket Tyre Service, and only got my problem resolved at the last place. The culprit? One nail... They got it out and repaired the puncture. Who knows how long it'd been there? Ah well, at least it only cost me one hour and thirty five dollars...
The other 'excitement' came when some Asian boyracer idiot in front of me decided to do a sharp u-turn downhill on a busy street with three cars closely behind, one of them me, behind me was jiaryn
, and then behind her another car. Suffice to say we all had a heart-stopping, brake-testing moment, but everyone came out unscathed. Lesson? Assume every other driver is an idiot without common sense and give them plenty of distance.jiaryn
and I spent the rest of the day shopping and doing various other things, though with her cold/flu getting progressively worse, and me getting increasingly nauseous after the misguided decision to have two dairy-based concoctions within a short space of time despite
being fully aware of my unfortunate and sporadic lactose intolerance, things went a bit downhill... However this was made up for by our nice evening at her house with some good friends, snack foods, and good ol' reduced cream/onion soup dip.
The unrelenting rain today kept me inside watching episodes of No Reservations on Youtube and making cauliflower gratin, which was highly satisfying. Next time I won't skimp on breadcrumbs though!
I just realised that I never wrote about what finally happened with the HK Airport-typhoon incident. Two weeks later is better than never, right?