Relax, it's all downhill from here!

Once we got to the arrivals hall, we found a spot out of the way and began to reassemble the bikes.  Julia wanted sleep and I totally understood, but I also knew what the place would be like early morning.  Not 'lil ol New Plymouth airport now. We cracked on into it. Not a straight forward process. Julia's bike has carriers and baskets, which all have to come off... and go back.  These jobs are fiddly and you don't want to be dropping nuts or bolts on an airport floor when there's several people trying to get some kip.  We knew we couldn't put it off, so we just slowly picked away. By 3.30am, both bikes were rebuilt, bags packed onto them and ready to go.  Julia went for a kip on a sofa seat and whereas it wasn't ideal, she dozed for half an hour and it was only the cold that kept her awake. So, by 4am we were on the lookout for coffee and/or something to eat, but nothing was open and even the vending machines you had to use your card. We didn't dare as we w...