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L-r: preparation the morning of the 30-hr. flight. Simone wears her power socks and the mud mask. Virgin Air really is different, and it's not just the nightclub lighting and the tongue-in-cheeky cartoon safety instructions. Two big jets, a Valium and a couple of movies later, we land at the Auckland airport, near the top of the North Island. There's good zen advice on the street signs and a prop-driven puddle jumper to our final destination, the very artsy city of Nelson on the South Island.
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Have a Speights Old Dark for me ... and make sure you read the label and notice what STREET the brewery is on!
- Jim
Posted by: Jim Rattray | April 26, 2010 at 02:36 PM