The day I arrived it was a toasty 32, which is warm, but more comfortable than 26 in Auckland due to less humidity. Everyone here is already wearing jandals, and wearing singlets and shorts (or skirts for the girls).

The flight over was ok, apart from the screaming baby down the back, and the spoilt little boy sitting in the row next to us, who just had to have everything his own way.

Unfortunately the windows don’t open, and with all the new safety regulations one is not allowed to have duct tape or cable ties in one’s carry luggage.

Sigh.