where stuff falls apart

Now this is the part where things get interesting for me. A bunch of Mondays ago I had a flight from Auckland to Papeete at 3pm. I knew something would go wrong so I booked a 7am Air New Zealand flight from Christchurch to Auckland thinking this is early enough to avoid problems.

My first problem: missing my flight...again. Genius that I am, I wrote 8am on my notepad thingy. So I roll up to the airport and kinda wondered why no one was in line. They were already on my plane haha. But the lady behind the desk said it was my lucky day! Because the 10am flight, that is usually booked, wasnt on this particular Monday. So thinking how awesome of a plan it was to get and miss the earlier flight, I happily take the 10am and get to Auckland by 11:30am.

Unfortunately, my backpack didnt come with me. Geniuses that run baggage at ANZ decided to leave an entire container back in Christchurch. That meant my backpack and 20 other travelers luggage was no where to be found in Auckland. And believe me, after filing lost baggage reports they didnt even know where it was. I spent like two hours at Auckland international trying to track down a human who might know where things were but to no avail. I said screw it, I had to get the Air Tahiti flight. No backpack, no problem.

Only it was a problem. Because my next destination was Easter Island. A place where flights only roll in three times a week. And with me staying only two nights there and two nights in Tahiti, there was no way anyone competent enough at Air New Zealand would be able to find my backpack and deliver it in time. Now I know what real traveling is about. Try going a week on remote islands with pretty much nothing but the shirt on your back. Its excellent. Try it sometime.