As the plane cut through the clouds, my mouth fell open in wonderment.
My first sight of New Zealand was of the jagged, snow capped tips of Kā Tiritiri o te Moana; the Southern Alps.
After checking in to my luxuriously appointed dwelling, I dined on the region’s finest example of an Italian sandwich, with vegetables and dressing – A footlong herb and cheese vege patty sub from Subway, because everything else was closed.
It’s currently a very welcoming 19.8°C.
Time to get some sleep. Pickup arrives at 9am and then it’s on, thick and heavy… like the ranch dressing on my footlong sub.