Wellington at last.

Here we are in Wellington. The flight London to LA was uneventful - the Virgin stewardesses were not quite like those in the advert! The flight LA to Auckland was the worst ever - 12 hours of a rollercoaster ride. Everyone had to be belted up for the whole flight or we would have left the seats. Stewardesses could not serve meals or drink for 7 of the 12 hours. 4 hours was less stressfull but the 747 was still in turbulence and was vibrating and rolling and pitching. Anyway, surprisingly, we did arrive in one piece.

Its great to be here - the sun is out, its summer, tomatos are rippening, Jos grandchildren are sailing Opis in the sea at the end of the road and round the headland there are pacific rollers and lots of surfers.

We have been awake now for most of about 30 hours and are going to bed for a long sleep.