 Just some of what’s on offer in the lounge |
Well, so far, so good. Chauffeur turned up right on time – his name was Oris and he was charming and an excellent conversationalist, so the drive to the airport went in no time. Once unloaded we didn’t faff about, went straight to check in, said ‘no’ to the ‘opportunity’ of flying tomorrow (and all the perks that they offered as an incentive), and happily used our ‘express pass’ to get through customs and security. Forget duty free, we headed straight for the Air New Zealand Lounge (which they are nice enough to share with a multitude of other airlines) and a glass of Yealands Way pinot gris from Marlborough. Nice. I really am built to travel business class!
Is that how you spell faff! I always thought it had a ph in it. Cool. I learnt something today.
God, don't go by my spelling! I guess cause it's a made up word, you can spell it how you want!!
Am an expert as my nephews call me Aunty Phaph… actually Jack calls me Aunty Phaph, and Grant calls me Aunty Faff so both are perfectly acceptable!Cath