I have been back in New Zealand for a few days now. It was a bit of a struggle with jet lag, but all good now
After arriving in Auckland, from Vancouver, I managed to get an immediate flight to Christchurch, instead of having to wait for 6 hours for my booked flight. The lady at the luggage drop-off counter was wonderful and made a huge effort to change my flight. Without asking me for a cent, I might say
Of course this meant I was arriving in Christchurch just after 8am, instead of 1pm as planned. We live nearly 3 jours from Christchurch, which meant I landed in Christchurch before my husband arrived there. But he made good time after rushing out of the house for a much earlier drive than expected and I didn’t have to wait too long
We popped my bags in the car, he took the trolley back and off we went – to a cafe for breakfast with my eldest son who lives in Christchurch. Again I had a lovely time with another child – it felt like a bonus seeing all three in one week
My hands felt dirty and I went to get a wet wipe in my handbag. DISASTER!!!!!!!! My handbag was nowhere to be seen. We searched the car, the restaurant, everywhere. NOTHING! I went in panic mode as not only my passport and wallet and bank cards and iPad were in the bag…….but also just over $7000 cash! My son gave it to me to pay his student loan. When I say I panicked, I mean I REALLY PANICKED!!!!!! I knew I still had my handbag at the airport as I put my passport back into it after arriving in Christchurch, when I looked for some NZ change to buy a coffee
We rushed back to the airport. I jumped out before my husband stopped the car properly. We quickly searched the car again and I made my way the the security man at the pick up/drop off area. Told him I think I left my bag in the trolley. He smiled and asked my name, when he asked my name I juts relaxed and KNEW they found my bag. He said he saw the trolley with the handbag in the foyer. No, we didn’t put the trolley in the foyer. Some very honest person saw the bag and trolley and pushed it to the foyer, without touching my bag. Of course, because of the strict security and the fact that an unattended bag could be a risk, the bomb squad was called out. They cleared the bag, opened the bag and found my passport. The bag was then taken to the security offices where I collected it about 4 hours later – not a single thing was missing, not even a single dollar.
I am thankful and grateful to live in this country, where people still respect the property of others, where people are honest and wonderful. I am grateful things worked out this way, that my holiday ended on a high note, instead of a disaster. New Zealand is simply the best!!!!!