The lights are on, but the party’s over – in the time of Covid, we can’t even buy duty-free
Everything seemed just the same when I flew into Wellington this week, which is to say the last 10 minutes were a living hell. Hello turbulence, my old friend. The plane sank like a rock, the wind picked it up again and flung it left, then right; down below, the waters of Cook Street boiled and fumed. But it’s a familiar nightmare. It’s just the way it almost always is when you fly into Wellington.
The truly disorienting part of arriving was walking through Wellington domestic airport.
Continue reading…The lights are on, but the party’s over – in the time of Covid, we can’t even buy duty-freeEverything seemed just the same when I flew into Wellington this week, which is to say the last 10 minutes were a living hell. Hello turbulence, my old friend. The plane sank like a rock, the wind picked it up again and flung it left, then right; down below, the waters of Cook Street boiled and fumed. But it’s a familiar nightmare. It’s just the way it almost always is when you fly into Wellington.The truly disorienting part of arriving was walking through Wellington domestic airport. Continue reading…