This is how travel is supposed to work: a nice breakfast, check-out at the hotel, a relaxing 25 minutes of cycling along the Wellington coast in the morning sun to the airport (all on bike lanes), then a quick electronic check-in, a friendly AirNZ guy at the service desk providing a bike box, packing the bike and ready to fly.
That’s actually how it did work!
No hassle, no problems. Well except for almost being eaten by Smaug and an oversized Gollum (he preferred a tasty fish after all). Gandalf and the Eagles saved the (first part of the) day, though.
