"If I stay in bed I can't go home..."

Since we only had a morning to kill, there wasn't much point in booking anything. So instead we raided tat shops and stopped in a couple of cafes for tea (and a small quantity of cake...).

We also stopped and watched some people getting flung in the air by some weird reverse bungee type thing, along with pretty much everyone else in the street. Then we took some pics of the SkyTower, drank some more tea and headed back to the hostel for our bags. And then got taken to the airport.

Several hours to kill in Auckland Airport was not helped by not quite having enough change to buy a bottle of water between us. Ack.

And then came the epic long flight home. We all managed a few hours sleep, which was nice. Claire and I watched Tinkerbell and the Pirate Fairy for the lulz and decided that I need to write some sort of fanfic involving Loki, Moriarty and Saffron. This is a wonderful idea.

Finally, some 30 hours after we left Auckland, incredibly jetlagged and yet horribly awake, we came into sight of Birmingham Airport. At which point Amy makes the mistake of asking if anyone had had to abort a landing before. Of course, we all said no and got giggling. So when we're almost on the runway at Birmingham and I apply passenger brakes out of some weird habit, it suddenly becomes apparent that we haven't actually touched down. The plane takes off again. 30 hours we've been travelling and right now the last thing we want is an aborted landing.

Amy jinxed it.

The captain says it's wind conditions but we know. It was Amy. She jinxed it.

But hey. We landed safe second time round and for the first time ever we actually applauded the crew, having been hacked off by people doing the same thing on the way out to New Zealand.

We already want to be back in New Zealand.