The flight back ended up being delayed and my bag didn’t come home with us, finally arriving on Monday afternoon! I sat between a man and his wife – he liked the window seat and she the aisle! He droned on ad nauseum about his myriad fly fishing trips to New Zealand, interspersed with a bit of jocular greenie-bashing, sexism and WWII insensitivity. Aussie, Aussie, Aussie!
