When I got off the plane, the woman walked with me all the way to the baggage claim to wait with me as I got all of my luggage. It was then I realized I forgot my customs card in the plane (Problem No. 1 of the morning in New Zealand). I got another card, got my luggage and realized I have about an hour to get to my connecting flight.
The woman told me she would wait on the other side of customs for me to help me find my way to the domestic terminal even through her passport check line was way shorter than mine.
I got through and she helped me find my way to the bus. She then said goodbye, gave me her business card, and said if I ever needed a friendly face on my stay I could give her a call. That was the first time I found out her name.
I got on the bus and realized I had 45 minutes to catch my flight. I ran off the bus into the domestic terminal. The first thing my carry on bags had to be under 7 Kgs and neither of them were for sure. (Problem No. 2). I found someone to help me and she wasn’t the friendliest person, saying I could only check one of my bags. Okay, I would just roll with my backpack being overweight.
I checked my suitcase and the lady looked at my ticket saying I had to run to catch my flight, but then told me I had to take both my boot bag and snowboard bag to oversized to check them (Problem No. 3 time was running out).
I ran to oversized, checked my snowboards and then was told my boots had to come off the outside of my boot bag and shipped separately (Problem No. 4 because the whole reason I had them as a carry on was to protect my expensive boots, let alone have them shipped in a plastic bag unprotected). I went with it, got them checked, and ran to the other end of the airport.
I had 20 minutes till take off. I ran up to security and was visually upset, knowing I might miss my flight.
One thing to know about New Zealand airports is their security is very similar to the U.S. metal detector and X-ray machine. That’s it. The TSA guy asked if I was okay, helped me quickly get my things through and I ran to my gate. I made it just in time for last call. Finally made it.
The third flight was short. In the airport at baggage claim, I waited and waited for my luggage but it seemed to never come. I thought because I rushed so fast that my luggage hadn’t made it on the plane. However, eventually it came. I texted my team manager that I was at the airport and she picked me right up.
That flying experience was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, but I made it with the help of some very nice, friendly people.
I got settled in, and I was told we were going to do some dryland trained (running and execsizes). I was beyond tired after 26 hours of travel and ended up doing stuff with my team. I didn’t think it would help, but I felt much better after and slept great that night because of it.