In part one, our intrepid travellers drove the left lane through New Zealand, and dove with the right gear under its waters. We were about to take a flight on which there was a muscular, cricket bat wielding passenger over the ocean to Cairns, Australia. It’s worth mentioning: this was a flight where the alcohol was flowing free and easy.
It was an Air New Zealand flight. At 35,000 feet, over open ocean somewhere between Auckland, New Zealand and Cairns, Australia, an athletic, muscular man stood in the aisle brandishing a cricket bat.