My longest weekend in New Zealand - Part 1
By Paul Moody Our plane taxied to a halt on the searing tarmac at Sydney Airport. A steward claimed the tannoy, announcing we were to remain seated whilst medics came aboard to attend to an unwell passenger, and I pushed back a creeping sense of unease. The passenger was snivelling as the medic came on...
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