Travelblog: Business Pajamas to New Zealand

To get to New Zealand from Colorado, it’s usually a twenty-five or thirty-hour trip. The big hop in this flight, Houston to Auckland, was fourteen and a half hours, but it wouldn’t be international if you didn’t have a six or eight-hour layover in an American city first. I won’t mention that the first leg out of Colorado Springs was delayed an hour and a half. That would just be whining.

I find my departure gate by heading toward the largest crowd blocking the terminal. We take up some space; tour groups, families with kids, odds ‘n ends like me. I’m told this is the second longest flight on the planet. May I just say that’s the very last and least inspiring thing my backside wants to know. But it could be worse, they say. The flight through Dubai is a couple of hours longer.

A man standing next to me is wearing flannel pajama bottoms which is not the conservative choice. Most women wear leggings or jeans. I prefer to preserve my marginal veneer of professional behavior, so I wear what I like to call business pajamas. Some thin-fabric hiking pants, as baggy as flannel, and a hoodie so I can make a dark little head-cave. Those sleep masks are just a little too Hollywood for me. Looking around me, I fear my idea of professional attire has resulted in another clean miss.

When my boarding group is called a wave of humanity moves forward. I’m in seat 54F, just by the wing, so I didn’t have to walk my sideways banging-my-backpack-on-every-seatback-down-the-aisle walk that final quarter mile to the tail of the plane. Best of all, I’ve scored a window seat so when I fall asleep, there will be a 50% chance that I won’t drool on the person crammed into the seat next to me.

I found my seat and unpacked my personal self-inflating whoopie cushion for my delicate derriere and a fleece scarf-like contraption that has a plastic brace inside, that I velcro around my neck so when I wake up my head is right where I left it. On this flight, there’s a woman in the aisle seat of my row. We held our breath until the plane door closed. Then with a smile, we verbally acknowledged the relief of not sitting next to each other. The middle seat remained empty, except that it was piled shoulder high with blankets and pillows.

On long international flights, there is a screen just in front of your eyes displaying things like geeky flight details, shopping channels, and best of all, first-run movies. If you happen to work weekends like most horse trainers, this might be easier than driving into town on date night. I watched two feature-length movies and then slept like a stone, for about as long as I do in my own bed, which has dogs with wet noses and pointy feet, and isn’t as quiet as it is here, on a thundering jet plane.

Not everyone is as good at sleeping in public as I am. I consider it a superpower.

A decade later, the lights come up and there’s a line by the bathroom, all of us shifting our weight from one leg to the other, not for the usual reason. We’re trying to flex our swollen ankles. Then breakfast and somehow the eggs on Air New Zealand flights end up being outlandishly good. I’m pretty sure they don’t cook them as we fly but how could those eggs actually have made the same long-winded, roaringly dull, and butt-flattening trip I have? I gasp at their warmth and soft texture, carefully balancing them to my mouth but spilling them off my plastic fork on the way, and the tiny packaged pepper is the very best ever.

This is how you can tell you have been on the second longest flight on earth. You’ve lost your mind but in a dodderingly kind and ineffective way. In hindsight, I wonder if I’ve been drugged.

I shuffle on said swollen ankles, (yes, I wear support hose but I don’t want to talk about it,) banging my way to deplane and head for customs. This is my second trip, so I know better than to bring my favorite rope this time. Or any snacks or anything else I might enjoy. And I’ve packed my immaculately cleaned and manure-free boots on top, which they disinfect anyway, and I slide through customs about an hour and a half quicker than the last trip because I am trainable.

Then the final leg; this is the part of the trip where I get in a car with a stranger, but this time it isn’t the stranger I’ve emailed a few dozen times to arrange the clinic. Equidays has sent a car, with a very kind man who recognizes me somehow, even though I’ve worn my business professional pajamas and my hair looks like it’s been trapped with a few rats in a small head-cave. He buys me a flat white, puts my over-stuffed bag into a new car, and drives me to the event location. It’s about to bloom.

And then off to a hotel room where I will sleep for the next six consecutive nights. A thing unheard of in my pack-and-repack travel life. The shower is huge and the sheets are cool and crisp. Did they actually press these pillowcases?

Drifting off to sleep on the other side of the world, I’m so grateful I swoon. I owe so much to horse people here, some of whom were the first to start reading my blog nine years ago. Some who took a chance in attending a clinic earlier this year, and some who spent the time to type my rather short name in when Equidays asked. I owe so much to you, thank you.  But most of all, gratitude to generations of horses who have had my back since I was a child.

The next morning, Juan Manuel Munoz Diaz, Spanish Olympic rider and trainer, is in the indoor arena with an upper-level dressage rider. Outside, I meet my courageous demo riders, who have no idea who I am or how I train. I promise them I’ll put their horse first. That I won’t ask anything unless I’m certain they will both succeed. The riders might not quite believe me.

Applause for Juan, and it’s my turn with a presentation about dressage for non-traditional breeds. I follow my demo horses into the arena, the stands are filled with spectators.

I have zero nerves. Because… horses.

(to be continued.)

Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Clinician, Equine Pro
Planning our 2019 clinic schedule now. Email me at ambfarm@gmail.com for details.

 

28 comments

  1. Love your story. Long flights are also part of our life and always have a surprise or two. So happy that NZ is part of your life.

  2. Welcome to the South Island, aka The Mainland! So glad you are here Anna, look forward to meeting you tomorrow at the clinic. While your horse blogs are fascinating, your travel blog is great too, you have a wonderful way with words that I totally feel empathy with.

  3. I’ve been waiting for this! Glad you’re back in NZ but sad not in Oz this time.
    Have a great time!

  4. I can’t wait to read the next installment, waiting back in the States!! I was scared to step outside my comfort zone with traveling afar and bless my daughter took her Dad and I to Australia almost 2 years ago!! What an AMAZING adventure!! We flew directly to New Zealand for a 3 hour layover then on to Australia. Its nice to fly through the night. I bought a horse magazine while there and now follow an Aussie trainer on FB. You are so awesome to share your knowledge throughout the world in person!! Horses bring us all together and are the same everywhere. Sorry for the long response, this just brought memories to my mind, and I LOVE reading your adventures AND horse knowledge trainings! ❤️💜🧡💙

    • Diane, good for you. Australia is an amazing place. I didn’t think about world travel, I write about training and my small life in Colorado. It’s as unexpected as your trip was, but now I go where I’m invited. And I seem to have wild luck! Thanks for your comment.

  5. So fun to travel with you!! Memories of many an airplane story. Ain’t travel GREAT?! Can’t wait for the next installment either ❤ . Enjoy your trip and thank you for sharing 🙂

  6. Such fun to read your travel blogs! That the destination is New Zealand makes the 2nd longest flight on earth worth it, I bet. Just think! You get to do this in reverse before long. The payoff then will be HOME. Have a great time while you are there. You are making a difference and very many are benefiting as the word gets around. ❤

    • Ooooh, mine too. (I’ve been known to canter along, one handed, doing those lovely changes in my imagination ). Yes, please share!

  7. Loved reading this. My husband and I did the flight to NZ two years ago (we flew from Halifax, Canada with a 9 hour stop over at LAX so it took us about 36 hours to get there. But being in New Zealand makes it all worth it, doesn’t it? We’ll be heading back over again in about a year. Good tip on the hoodie instead of the sleep mask. 🙂

  8. It is always great to read your blogs whether about the travels or the horses – you have such a wonderful way with words. The very thought of flying for that long just makes me weary, but your injection of humor makes it seem promising – almost. Thank you for sharing with us!

  9. You had me laughing. As a child we traveled from Canada to the UK. Unbearable!! As an adult, I limit my time in the air to 6 hours or less. I applaud you. It’s out of my comfort zone! Looking forward to your return to CA in the very near future!!

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