With the alarm going off at 1.45 am I
barely had two hours of sleep. But, I did not feel tired. When there’s action
ahead of you, the mind becomes alert after the shortest of rests. That, to me,
is the concept of power napping. A fifteen minute nap can keep me charged for almost 5 hours. In modern terms, that may be
called a turbo charge! The need for turbo charges were more in New Zealand than
in Australia. Towards the later part of Explore New Zealand I realized that the
reason for this could be the hot water shower I took before starting the days’
drive. This probably lulled the eyes and lids dropped. Maybe, pure conjecture.
We all got ready in time for a 2.30 am
departure. It was cold when we went out to load the car. Shukla had to clean up
the window and side view mirror so that I could get better views of the road on
his side. I kept my window open for a while till the turns on the road were over
and we had hit the main road for the airport. It wasn’t that far either. In
about 15 minutes we were at the drop off point of the Christchurch airport. We
commandeered a few trolleys and unloaded all the luggage onto them, carefully
counting the number of bags to tally with those loaded into the car from the
accommodation. I left instructions with Shukla and Hetal to check in all of us
if the counter clerk permitted without my presence. With that I drove off to
the rental car drop off location.
I reached the parking lot without much
ado and there was Neville sporting his trademark welcome smile. He watched
where I parked the car and took the key from me. I took a selfie with the car
that had served me well for 18 days. Neville ushered me into the office where
he had been watching IPL action on TV. IPL fever was well and truly on. Kapil
had been hooked on to it in Auckland. And now, other diehard fans here.
Neville’s colleague, behind a desk, entered a few things in the computer and
the process was over and done with. It was as simple as that. Neville showed me
into a van and drove me to the airport. He told me that the rental company
would fetch the car from the parking lot in the morning and they would settle
any balance payments, if any, directly with me. He also told me that the occupancy
rate of the car park is almost always above 80% since they were cheaper than the
competition. Customer preference was also influenced by certain add-ons which his
company provided like washing; customers didn’t seem to mind that they were a
bit further from the airport than their competition. I exchanged warm goodbyes
with Neville before getting down in front of the departure gate of the
international airport.
When I got down I found the Shuklas
and Hetal with the luggage inside the domestic part of the terminal. I was told that the International check in area would open only by 3.30 am. When
the counters opened Hetal and I went to a vacant area and weighed our bags. It was
indeed a great relief to note that the bags we wanted to check in were within the
permissible limits. The Qantas check in queues moved quite fast and very soon
the check in formalities were completed. The bags were all checked through to
our respective final destinations. All of us were together for the legs from
Christchurch to Brisbane and onwards to Hong Kong. In Hong Kong we would split
up with Hetal flying out first to Mumbai and the Shuklas to New Delhi next. My
flight to Chennai was the last. Immigration did not take up much time and security
check was least intrusive. We spent a while in the duty free shops and found a
few good deals for chocolates. I wanted to buy a couple of bottles of Krakken
dark rum, but thought of getting them in Chennai instead of carrying them all the
way from Christchurch. I was to rue this decision later. Shukla got us a cup of
coffee after a long wait, by which time boarding was announced.
When I boarded the flight with the cup
of coffee one of the hostesses showed me that she had also picked up her cup
before boarding the aircraft. The flight to Brisbane was all of four hours and in
time. As it turned out, ours was the first flight out of Christchurch for the
day. It seemed that the airport is closed in the night hours. Breakfast was
served on the flight and I had scrambled eggs, baked beans and sausage, besides
a muffin and juice. The stayover in Brisbane was less than three hours and we whiled
away time scouring the duty free shops and hanging around in the common areas. On
the long flight to Hong Kong we all had seats together in the large aircraft. After
a while, Hetal and I could not bear the cold in the forward section of the
aircraft and we found a couple of seats in the last row. The Shuklas preferred
to sit in the allotted seats with jackets and blankets to warm them. The nearly
ten hour flight seemed longer than it was and the food was just passable. I had
a couple of shots of vodka with ginger ale before dinner, which was predictably a
Hindu meal! The choice of Indian movies was very limited and hence, I opted to
sleep most of the time.
When the flight reached Hong Kong we
found that the gate for Shukla’s flight to New Delhi was almost immediately
after the transit check in. Shukla and I were on Cathay Pacific flights and
this was the terminal for those flights. The gate for my flight was yet to be
announced. As Hetal was flying Jet Airways she had to go to Terminal 1 taking the
inter-terminal train. I accompanied her to her gate, which we reached without too much fuss. I took leave
of her as boarding was announced. I went back to the Cathay Pacific terminal
and met up with the Shuklas. Even when they started boarding the gate for my
departure wasn’t announced. However, from the display board I realized that the
flight was delayed by a half hour. Thus, I took leave of all the companions who
had been with me for 24 days.
As the flight was delayed I went to
the food court and looked around. Finally I settled for a meal of paratta and
chicken curry. The meal was every bit Asian and a wee bit spicy. The gate
announcement came just a few minutes before scheduled boarding time. The long
walk to the gate, which took me more than 15 minutes of brisk walk, consumed the
paratta and chicken curry. It looked as if the flight was full, but mercifully
the seat next to me was empty. However, that did not deter the gentleman
sitting a couple of seats away from knocking down my vodka with his blanket! The
captain kept apologizing for the delay of the flight and promised to make up as
much as he could. Nothing of that happened and I landed an hour late into
Chennai.
I was pleasantly surprised by the quick
and hassle-less immigration clearance in Chennai. I was tense regarding Customs
clearance as I had a drone in my checked in bags. When the bags came, after
some delay, I was happy to note that there were no chalk markings on them. While
waiting for the bags I completed my duty free shopping. The liquor I wanted, Krakken
Rum, was not available in the store. I cursed myself for not having picked them
up in Christchurch, or even in Brisbane. In its place I bought a couple of
bottles of Gin and plenty of chocolates. The duty free shop gave me a special
bag to cart the goodies away. As soon as I came out of the airport I was
assailed by the heat and sound of horns, both of which I was insulated from in the
past couple of months. In that instant I knew I was back home.