There are certainly much worse places to be stuck than Hawke's Bay, but when you're supposed to be catching a plane to go on holiday with your family, it's not ideal.
This was the case for me when Cyclone Cook paid us a visit just before Easter.
I had booked a flight to Christchurch on the Thursday afternoon where I would meet up with my sister and her family before driving up to my parents' bach in the Marlborough Sounds.
The weather had other ideas of course and not only was that flight cancelled, but so was the next flight I booked, due to leave early on Easter Friday.
The third flight I booked did manage to take off and I arrived in Christchurch at 1pm, where my sister met me at the airport and we started the seven-hour drive north.