Blame it on Rio

Hearing the announcement, "Will passengers Abraham and Henry please make themselves known to airport staff" is not the ideal way to start a holiday but that's how it was.

There had been a delay at security as Paul got detained for attempting to bring a Swiss Army knife onto the plane.  Apparently this is the second such knife he has lost.  I reckon he must have a trophy room somewhere in the airport.  And this was in spite of him knowing, and chatting at length to, one of the guys on the security counter.  And then we just really needed a coffee...  

So having clambered onto the plane looking very much like those annoying people who cause delays, we set off.  For Auckland.  All I can tell you about New Zealand is that we were made to get off the plane, go through security and get back onto the SAME plane.  They obviously don't trust Australian security.  I could have told them, "Look, there's no need for this - they were all over my mate's Swiss Army knife" but thought better of it.  

From there it was a numbing 14 hour flight on to Santiago and then another 4 hours on to Rio.  

When we got to our apartment, first we couldn't work the lift - it was tricky - it had an outward swinging door, so we went up to the 7th floor and back to the ground floor passing some bemused people waiting for the lift on the way.  And if the doorman thought we were clowns then, he thought we were something truly special when we then couldn't open our apartment door.  It turned out that there were 2 doors to our apartment - both with 702 on them mind you, and we were trying to open the wrong one.  Because that's obvious in the dark, isn't it...

So when I say blame it on Rio, what I really mean is we're just idiots but when you have views like this from your window, it hardly matters: