It’s hot, humid, and we are now about 1/3 of the way into our 30 hour journey to Norway. I’m unsure of the time, as I have engaged in a time-deprivation experiment as a new technique to beat the inevitable jet lag.
With only days to spare we have vacated the cat, rented out the car, and sold the house. No, hang on. That’s not right. Stupid jet-lag.
The cat’s been rented out on a 20 year lease, and seems to be doing well, maybe even gaining a personality, just as soon as he adjusts to his new name. The car’s been sold. And the house was vacated 5pm last night. After four years the do-up is now done-up, and all going well will be soon embracing its new inhabitants.
Earlier this morning, we checked in to Auckland Airport and said our goodbyes to Brian’s parents. Throughout the last weeks I’ve been saying goodbye to colleagues, friends, and family, adamant I wouldn’t get emotional. But this morning got the better of me, and tears welled up. It’s been an emotional week, but now with Auckland a long way behind us, I’m both nervous and excited as to our new life awaiting us in Bergen.
So far, our trip has been uneventful as I engrossed myself in a Jeffrey Archer classic, and Brian chose to read a complete history on salt. Alas, we forgot to specify the vegetarian option on our in-flight meals, so in anticipation of Norwegian culture we have dined on fish, chicken, and beef, all in the last 12 hours. To my surprise it was actually pretty good.
Just in case, we also have 1.6kg of Toblerone care of DFS – a leaving gift from my former employer. With three hours in Changi, and the discovery that Norwegian customs doesn’t allow milk products from New Zealand, sampling has commenced.
What could possibly go wrong?