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Saturday – Monday.
Jon drove me up to Heathrow … and between us we found the check-in queue for Air New Zealand. Thankfully, Jon just dashed off back to the car so there was no long drawn out goodbyes, so I was left to get on with queuing, and going through the various palavers of checking in, going through X-ray machines etc.
We boarded the plane at 4pm, and it took off on time. The first half of the flight seemed to go really quickly – I soon became acquainted with the entertainment...
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