A close call and a lesson well learned
So I woke up not only hungover but late. My check in was at 9.15, the airport a good hour away and I woke up at 8.30... goddamn.
Turning into a whirlwind of packing and panicing. I hit the Bus at 8.45 and worried my way to the airport. I arrived at around 9.45 and hit the 'special' counter and managed to get checked in and through customs, immigration and every other damned obstacle in my way to get to my flight... early. HAHA!
The flight to Hong Kong was uneventful so I just slept. Then spent a few hours in the airport and then caught my next flight to New Zealand. I watched a couple of movies on the flight such as Ultraviolet, which needs to be seen drunk to be enjoyed and King Kong, which was mildly entertaining since it was a cut version.