Ilona Hanne woke up this morning in Auckland after her day-trip from Taranaki to Wellington turned into an epic tiki tour of the country
In the past 36 hours or so I have become an expert in the domestic airports of New Zealand.
I know where the best coffee can be found, which bookshops don't growl at you for browsing their displays for more than an hour at a time and where you can plug in your phone to charge it.
This wasn't an education I sought out — but an accidental one, a byproduct of being stuck because of weather-related flight chaos around the country.
It started innocently enough: a friendly text message from Air NZ on Wednesday afternoon cheerily informing me my flight from Wellington to New Plymouth was cancelled because of the weather.