After a boomerang flight yesterday, our group was anxious to get on a plane and make it to the ice. We boarded the shuttle at the hotel at 6:00am and proceeded to dress in ECW gear and line up to go through security. One by one, we are “wanded” for metal items and we board the bus. Clad in our “big reds” (polar parkas) and with carry-ons in hand, the forty of us stuffed the bus full.
Less than five minutes after we boarded the bus, an air force official comes on board:
“Did you all enjoy your night in Christchurch?” Everyone cheers in response.
“Ready for another?” The cheers grow louder.
We have been delayed for another 24 hours.
After hotel assignments and shuttle passes are distributed, we proceed to our hotels.
With heavy eyes, I resist the urge to spend the day exploring this city that I’ve fallen in love with. The sky grey and wet, the air cool and clean- weather that is beautiful, but not overly inviting. Jet lag still lingers on my eyelids and it is clear that there will not be enough space to be alone on the ice. With this in mind, I closed my hotel room door and spent the day writing.
Also, I ordered room service for the first time in my life.
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