Paradise might be stretching it, but stranded is not.
The NZ Government, bless them, have changed the rules again to make MIQ compulsory for travelers from Oz.
I’ve done MIQ once, and that was enough. A second stint would cost me four figures, and that’s after going through the lolly-scramble to get an MIQ booking.
So, Adelaide it is, until the end of February, when the borders reopen without the need for MIQ.
It could be worse. I could have a terminal illness. I could ( still ) be a vegan. I could be living under a bridge. Or in Invercargill.
It could be better. I could be living in an apartment over-looking the beach, being entertained by dancing girls, and served by a private chef.
Or, it could be just as it is, which is fine with me, for the moment.