34/64 in Rotorua

Jan 7, 2020. To avoid the trouble of the previous day, we got up early, and during the half-hour walk to the airport, kept an iPad open to Google Maps the whole time.

We went through a long tunnel that went right under the airfield.

At the airport, I kept expecting to go through security, but apparently there isn’t much for domestic flights. No stripping, no scanning, no getting sniffed by dogs. Not once did I show my passport or any form of ID for that matter. We just followed the signs to the boarding area with two full bottles of water in our packs. Lots of things in New Zealand just make sense.

Here we are, waiting to board at the gate. About 10 minutes before the flight, they call out the flight number. I realized later that there might only be one gate at the airport.
We had the honor of an exit row for the plane. The card shows how to operate the safety belt, but they don’t insult you by explaining it in the briefing. Things just make sense, here.
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