California Dreamin’

Let me extol to you all the gloriousness, the magic, that is Air New Zealand’s SkyCouch.

Josh is one of those lucky people that can sleep anywhere. On the train, in the car on the way to work, and yep, even on a plane in economy. Sitting up, no problem. Outside noise, no problem. He’s asleep in minutes.

I, on the other hand, cannot fall asleep unless I’m lying down. Can’t do it. Last time we flew to the US, by the time we arrived I was running on about 40 hours with no sleep.

So when we found out the SkyCouch was only an extra $400 each way (total, not per person), I signed us the hell up. And I am in love.

It’s about 5’1″ long, which is fine for me as long as I bend my knees a bit, but Josh is quite a bit taller than that. So he sat in the window seat (can sleep anywhere, remember?) and I stretched out with my head on the aisle end and feet in his lap. And, oh my gosh y’all, I actually slept. I mean, yeah, I woke up every time I tried to roll over because it was a bit of a mission, but overall? I slept (or at least dozed heavily) for nearly eight hours. Which meant that I wasn’t a complete zombie by the time we got off the plane.

Even sitting on the runway for 45 minutes after we landed waiting for a gate was okay (though I felt sorry for the people who were connecting to another flight). Customs and immigration was basically painless (apart from the guy who seemed very confused that New Zealand was eligible for ESTA and therefore to use the electronic gates), and then we found out the whole family had come to meet us at the airport! Which was so awesome.

All in all, I think 3pm is a much more humane time to land than 6:30am like we did last time. By the time we got back to Stevenson Ranch and settled in, it was dinner time. Then just enough time for a wine and The Bachelor before crashing out in bed around 9:30pm. I woke up at 7am and feel basically adjusted. (It’s 10:42am and Josh is still asleep, so we’ll see how he goes…)

We’ll be picking up our rental car this afternoon! The temperature will be hovering around 39C until Thursday, so we don’t have many plans yet apart from sitting under the air conditioning and crying. When it cools down to a more humane temperature, it will be adventure time!

Packing Fail

It’s 45 hours until we fly out of Paraparaumu airport, and I have not packed a single piece of clothing. So instead of packing, I’m procrastinating, by complaining on the internet about my lack of packing skills. Obviously.

I don’t know why I suck so hard at this. Every time we travel, I swear Never Again. I swear that Next Time, we will pack The Weekend Before. And yet, here we are, with 45 hours to go, and I’m thinking, “I should wash some jeans. Also, how many pairs of underwear do I even own?”

I’ve tried going on Pinterest to get packing tips and… there are people who swear that they can pack two weeks worth of clothing in a carry on bag?! Who are you people and how the hell does that even work? I think I’m the travelling version of parents who try Pinterest crafting with their kids. I try, I really do, but I throw one pair of jeans in there and the whole thing just fucking explodes.

I will definitely pack tonight.

…Or tomorrow.

Probably tomorrow.