Grace looks back at her best ever holiday to a country everyone regards as special, but reminds us how easy it is to let hate flourish.
We travelled to New Zealand in the autumn of 2011 when the Rugby World Cup was scheduled to be held there. This was to be our retirement treat-a three month stonker of a trip that also encompassed Australia [where I have cousins] and a small add-on of a stay in Hong Kong on the way home.
The thrill of such an enormous piece of travel was tempered, initially by having our flight from Heathrow cancelled by Quantas for no reason we could discern. This meant that our onward flights from Brisbane were scuppered, messing up our arrival to Christchurch, New Zealand and losing us a night of accommodation.
2011 was also the year of Christchurch’s catastrophic earthquake, which was heartbreaking in itself, besides disrupting the Rugby matches and venues involved.
After a tortuous and exhausting series of flights we arrived to Christchurch’s small airport. In the arrivals hall we staggered…
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You had me at “scuppered.” I’m going to somehow work that into a conversation today!
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Yes it is a very descriptive word.