This is a series of posts that will log some of my thoughts in the month leading up to my moving back to New Zealand.
We’re in Los Angeles. For the next eight hours. Here is my advice to you: do not fly unless you absolutely have to.
Our first flight of the day was from Philadelphia to Chicago. Almost every seat was full. No way to social distance and very few people felt that the crew member instructions to exit the plane by rows from front to back applied to them. Next, we flew from Chicago to LA. The guy in front of us didn’t wear a face covering the whole flight and was coughing and blowing his nose.
Thanks to having the right credit card, we are now relaxing in the United Club Lounge where there is virtually nobody else. It is an eerie contrast to the flight we were just on. Yes, the haves are not traveling while coach is packed with the have-nots.
On the plane, I listened to the Coronavirus NZ podcast . One of the guests said that only 201 exemptions had been granted to the New Zealand travel ban. I feel much gratitude to be included in that number.
