Time to fly
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I guess having just 4 hours to hang around at home before I had to head to Rotorua airport was a bit of a blessing. Ma was not enjoying the morning as she awaited my impending departure but I had a couple of things to keep me busy; run the car, final check of e-mails, sort final messages for work phone and computer. That all done meant there was just the job of lunch.
I had to drop my patrol car at the Rotorua station and collect a couple of last minute things from my DHQ office (or is that ex-office?). Ma wanted to drive me from the station to the airport so she headed over in her own car.
I got the little jobs done and said "adios" to the staff that were in the station when I left the key for my boss to collect. Ma swooped past the front door and I leapt aboard.
At the airport I had a discussion with the ladies about my 39kgs of "stuff" -definitely not my usual travel kit! Pack, then halve it, then half again. Trouble is these two bags are filled mostly with uniform, boots and tools of the trade; I couldn't get away with taking just half.
Ma and I had coffee as I waited the 40mins for my boarding call. She read the paper and I remembered things I'd left behind, luckily nothing of any importance. We hugged and kissed goodbye when it was that time and I headed through Gate 4.
Rotorua airport has just one door out to the waiting planes. This is marked Gates 1-4 and we'd already watched two other flights leave from Gate 2. That meant they were parked just right of the exit, my plane was parked to the left.
As I reached the top of the stairs I realised this was a very little plane! No more than 20 seats, one on each side of the central aisle. I passed up the middle to find my seat in the rear of the plane. A lady was sitting there already and it wasn't built for two. I confirmed her seat was the one opposite and we decided she should stay put. I sat where she was meant to be and stuffed my carry-ons under the seat in front.
thing was a very basic plane compared to what I was used to and as I sat there
it struck me, I'd never flown North out of Rotorua, always South to
arriving earlier than the other two guys from