We were met at Dallas/Fort Worth airport by Micheal, my sister’s fiance. He drove us to their place in Plano. Those crazy Yanks! Driving on the right (i.e., wrong) side of the road! Lisa (my ex-pat sister) arrived a few minutes after we got in. After the customary cheek kissing and back slapping, we talked

.. But they tried to kill us with their oversized and cheaply priced meals. But I’m skipping ahead. The flight from Brisbane to New Zealand was uneventful. When we landed we were greeted in the traditional New Zealand manner (with a dozen shepp thrown over the aircraft as we taxied into the terminal). I sat

The day before I left the country I phone the Australian Iimmigration department to confirm the info I got from their website that told me I would be able to leave and then re-enter Australia on my British passport, as I do not have an Australian passport. The lady on the phone told me flat