The story
New Zealand flash The flight arrives from Sydney, a Boeing 767 of Air New Zealand, if I'm not mistaken the first time I flew with this airline. By now Auckland airport feels familiar, having been there other times. As soon as I get off the plane I go to that little spot in a waiting area where there are free exercise bikes, and after a few hours spent sitting, I have a good pedal and a few virtual kilometres, to stretch my legs. I don't leave the airport because I'm only in transit; my passport was stolen in Bali and I can't get through customs, I only have a temporary transit paper. My flight is 6 hours later to Los Angeles. bye
The journey's photographs
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