Helen Clark has nothing on the clown that just drove me to the airport. Non stop to Christchurch, 45 minutes ahead of schedule.
As tired as I was, by Hinds the guy was wandering across the lane and had me so nervous I couldn't even blink, let alone sleep.
It's 2.30am as I sit here at the International arrivals lounge waiting for the doors to open. Why would you close an airport when there's so many people waiting for their flights?
Oh well, nothing to do but wait....
