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Auckland Travel Blog

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So i made it to the aiport, actually had some time to spare too. Mighty proud of myself :D I actually managed to stuff all my crap into my backpack :D
Got in line, stood there for what felt like an eternity, while twisting my brain to figure out which piece of crap to get rid of to make it a bit lighter. Finally got to the check-in counter, and they wouldn't let me check in! Appearantly the piece of paper i had that said i had an electronic ticket out of New Zealand was not good enough for them. nope, i had to pick up my crap again, and go to the emirates office and get a real ticket, otherwise the nz government would be pissed with the sydney airport... (she might not have phrased it exactly like that, but that's what she meant...)

so i put my crap back on, and start walking. the lady thought it might be in that direction (vague hand gesture) and a floor up. sounds pretty simple really. except for the fact that i couldn't mange to find a single staircase. so i waited for the elevator. first one was full. ok press the button and wait for the next. a whole lot of  people took forever to get out of that one, kids and trolleys and luggage and all that, and the second they were out the door it shut and the elevator left! empty! i didn't have the slightest chance of getting in! so i press the button and wait for the next one. which actually stops and let me in! woohoo! of course it was going down, not up. but at least i'm in, so i press the button, and watch while the elevator slowly fills with people and kids and trolleys and luggage... of course i'm furthest away from the door... but thank god the stupid thing decides to go to my floor first! which means that all the people and the kids and the trolleys and the luggage have to get out, since they were blocking me in...

then i set off on my quest to find the emirates office. not as simple as i sounds... quite a confusing office landscape, with nasty carpet floor... it always seems harder to lift your feet, and breath, and just be efficient on a carpet floor. not to mention the completely unhygienic things that live in a carpet. especially in a public place...

after walking around the whole floor twice i find the office, and from there it goes pretty smoothly. i get a piece of paper (although it looked more like toilet tissue, the see-trough kind) with my flight info printed on it, and head off again. this time i found the stairs, and i think that i might not have to write a slightly hateful letter to my travel agency anyway.

and the woman behind the check-in counter had told me not to get in line again when i got back, i could just come see her directly. of course she wasn't there anymore. joy. but i managed to convince another lady to check me in, and suddenly it was all ok!

so i wandered off, trough all kinds of customs and security (why is it that the stupid customs people always decide to stamp the first random page they open, and not do it in cronological order? it annoys me!) and then i decided to go look for some cancer sticks. very helpful staff in the tax-free shop, the second i had decided on my kind of poison the lady whisked me off to pay, and before i knew it i was out of the store. guess she didn't want me to buy anything else, i might have found some chocolate or wine or whatever if she'd let me have a look...


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