THERE are lots of things you can do in about 11 hours: An extra-long shift at work, one of those giant sleeps you owe your body every couple of months, or even fly to the other side of the world.
After too many of the first and not enough of the second, I decided to burn 11 hours on the third option, catching Air New Zealand's inaugural flight direct to Vietnam, that stately pleasure dome where culture, history, humidity and sensory overload converge to create the perfect escape from real life.
Having been here twice before, the lure of leaving behind a New Zealand winter and dropping down direct into a part of the world where golden beaches vied for my spare days alongside tomorrow's most vibrant cities was irresistible.
But to mix it up, we have border-hopped across to Cambodia where I am sitting under the veranda of a rooftop bar drinking watermelon juice while a cacophonous tropical downpour creates havoc on the streets below.
Last night we ate barbecue ribs and deep-fried tarantula from a street market, and tomorrow we go behind the scenes at a wildlife rescue centre to get the sort of experience you'll never get at Auckland Zoo.