Yes, I’m still champing at the bit to get out of here, but it won’t be happening on Tuesday July 13.
So I was told via text at 11.55pm last night. Their explanation was “operational reasons”. The Air New Zealand phone support spent nearly 5 minutes to tell me they couldn’t explain that further.
I’m now escaping this miserable winter from Wednesday July 14, in the morning.
I’m not overjoyed about it, because it means a six-hour wait in Auckland, and a two-hour stopover in Brisbane.
Meantime, here’s hoping Queensland continues its good covid record.
It’s two-nil to PB Tech in the home-and-away online shopping games.
But you know the rules – let’s not talk about the war.
Instead, let’s talk about buying phones online. The fast decline of my old phone started when I pried off the back cover to do some surgery with blunt instruments.
A few weeks later, the sim card slot no longer slid out, and my attempts to wrangle it back into shape resulted in a banana-shaped back cover. Go figure.
With the upcoming escape to Oz, my daughter suggested the inevitable had hit the fan, and it needed replacing.
After poring over specs and costs etc at gsmarena.com, I settled on a Redmi 9 ( no “Note”) , cheap at Dick Smiths.
I bought that online on June 15, thinking that even if it was being imported from Australia, it would arrive in time.
Whereabouts Unknown
Not. When I hadn’t heard, or received, anything a week later, I looked up the tracking. It was nowhere to be found.
Since Dick Smith’s is now 100% online, and one doesn’t get to talk ( even by text chat! ) to a real person, a busyness of emails followed.
They were “opening an investigation”, which may take “up to 10 working days”. After repeating myself a few times, I think it dawned on them that what I wanted was a phone, and not an investigation. Thank you.
They did eventually refund the money, leaving me to scramble about again.
They had delivered within two days an SD card I bought soon after the Dick Smith’s Redmi buy.
And so it was with the phone, which arrived less than 24 hours after I’d ordered it.
So here’s to PB Tech, which delivers stuff pronto with no palaver.
Unlike some other outlets. Which suspicious minds might think advertise products knowing that their delivery tracking is broken, and they don’t have to stocks to meet demand.
It’s official – i’m on my way out of this cold rainy Isle to soak in the sun.
For a bit. Maybe as brief as three weeks, but perhaps for as long as three months or more. I don’t ( yet ) have a return ticket.
Destination ? Cairns, Far North Queensland, in the Land of Oz, where it’s warm.
Maybe the 16-month stint in South–East Asia messed up my thermostat, but this winter – my first in the “Winterless North” since 2018 – has been brutal on this skinny old bloke.
I wouldna thunk of Cairns, except that it kept cropping up in conversation with Japanese students at Engoo.
July 13
is D-Day. I’ll be leaving Whangarei late afternoon, and arriving in Cairns close to midnight.
I’ve got a room booked in an AirBnB house for the first week. I plan to spend most of that beetling around for ( cheaper ) longer-term digs.
I’m told by an Insider in the airBnB game that at NZD 270 / week, I’m getting a good deal. But at that price, a 3-month stay may be a stretch.
But, barring Aussie customs deciding that they don’t want another recidivist Kiwi, I’m hoping to at least dodge the worst of the remaining winter.
For me, it’s the end of a saga which began nearly 25 years ago. Here’s how.
I’d landed – again – back in my hometown Whangarei. After licking my wounds for a while, I began to look around for something productive to do.
Meantime, my old friend Carl Wyant was talking ( via letter ) about putting together a collection of his newspaper columns for publication.
Around that time, I got my first PC, having used them since the early 1990s in two previous jobs as Joe The Reporter.
And for want of anything better to do, Carl or I – I can’t remember which – nominated me to transcribe his best columns to digital format.
There followed three months or so of slugging away on the PC, in between a storm of letters. These were typed and posted, just like the 1970s. I use the word storm because a fair few of them bordered on … irascible.
My test from Day 3 of quarantine has come back ‘clear of anti-bodies’.
Not negative. I’m not entirely sure what the difference is, but I’ll take it anyway.
Here they use a novel system of counting, so that Monday – when I landed and arrived here – was Day 0. Hence the test is from Thursday.
The no news is good news system got to me, so I phoned for the result. The voice on the other end pressed a couple of buttons, and presto, a result.
I’m generally feeling fine. The interwebs, which were foobared on the first day of online teaching, are behaving themselves. I’m getting regular walkies in the designated areas ( er, mostly ).
My biggest challenge at the moment is turning a blind eye to the desserts being delivered with my by-request ‘low-carb’ meals. Today, beautiful cooked meals, times three, and the desserts? Chips ( crisps to some ) for two meals, and pineapple lumps ( 75% sugar ) for the other. So far I’ve resisted, reminding myself that shortly afterwards I’d feel anything but fine.
Through the plane’s porthole hung the eponymous Long White Clouds of Aotearoa, graphical evidence that I was indeed Home.
The second harbinger was the huge Samoan porter / helper at Auckland airport throwing my 35 kg bag around like polystyrene – “welcome home,” the Bro had said.
Then there was the bus trip from Auckland airport to the quarantine hotel – the Grand MilleniumHotel– beside the orderly and dull suburbs you don’t see in SE Asia.
The Hotel
Is vast, about 500 rooms on 12 floors, as far as I know containing only quarantine inmates.
Outlook – Auckland Central Police
the kitchen + TV
The Junk being peddled
It’s flash, featuring a huge open central atrium, and a clever modern layout, neither of which we can really fully enjoy, being basically confined to our rooms. There’s a concreted exercise yard, almost totally enclosed, where 8 – 10 people typically mill around in a circular fashion. There’s a “sun deck”, which needs advance booking of more than 24 hours, and which I haven’t yet been organised enough to enjoy. And there’s a small penned off area outside the hotel which we were told could be used, but which I haven’t yet visited.
There’s three free meals a day, on the taxpayer, as is the stay itself, so far be it from me to complain. I’m trying to make the best of it.
The Trip
Singapore Airlines was impressive. First, thanks to covid, on both flights I had a row of three seats to myself.
Second, thanks to the hobble remaining from the broken ankle recovery, airline staff bent over backwards to help out. I got wheeled and driven about, and given priority in boarding lines, almost to the point of embarrassment.
Release and Before
I’m released from here on Monday, October 5.
The plan had been to spend my time earning a small crust teaching online, but the low WiFi speeds at the hotel have thrown that into doubt on the first morning’s teaching today. Internet lag and cutouts can mean financial penalties from the teaching platform, and at the very least will annoy or warn off my students.
If that’s not viable, I have plenty I can busy myself with.
But it has so far, into day 3, been a challenge, with a lot of understandable, and some nonsensical, restrictions on what we can do here outside our rooms.
Singapore Airlines is one slick operation. Flights arrive and leave on time. Flight attendants fashioned from magazines are more than decorative.
Thanks to covid, there were no other passengers within sneezing distance, so I spread myself over three seats.
My vapes got through in cabin baggage.
The only downside of the trip was a 4-year-old screaming throughout. Seriously, they should ban under-5s from all but designated trips. That way the rest of the populace wouldn’t have to suffer from one parent’s idiocy. Said parent was bottle-feeding milk to the little monster before boarding, just to make it suitably wired. Sheesh.
Whining aside, leg 3 to Auckland starts in 2 hours. Nine hours plus, and two meals.
