On the move yesterday, I left home far earlier than was really necessary.
Unfortunately, I then received a notification of a two-hour delay on my flight. Hmmm … what to do with the spare time. First, some coffee was required, and the Maranui on Lyall Bay seemed like a good choice. The coffee was good, as always, and the slice of apple and tamarillo tart was magnificent. This place is always crowded which is, I suppose, a good sign.
It gave me a sense of the surf conditions on the bay, so after my coffee I went along to the Eastern end of the beach and watched the surfers at play.
The waves were clean and sharp with the sun behind them. I enjoyed them almost as much as the surfers did.
When at last it was time to check in, I did so and then had lunch at Mojo’s in the airport. I fear my choice of a garlic and mozzarella pizza was socially irresponsible, but I enjoyed it.
Board came at the revised time, and soon the city was falling away below us. Looking down on the CBD, I was mindful of how lucky the city has been in the recent cluster earthquakes. Apparently there have been over 1,500 since last Friday, most of them very slight. Some were downright scary.
Somewhere over Timaru we turned inland towards Wanaka and crossed a range of mountains with an impressive snow cover. If anyone knows them, I would be interested in an identification.
Of course it was a great pleasure to be welcomed by my son and granddaughter and to breathe the cold sharp air of Central Otago.