Sunny fall days mean cold and foggy fall nights. And crawling the car through the fog as we approached home was a truly fitting end to what had become quite an ordeal of an evening.
Don’t get me wrong: Iron Maiden was excellent. This was the second time I’ve seen them live, and they still put on a fun, high-energy show after all these years… But I’ll have to talk about it a bit more tomorrow because it took us over two and a half hours to get home!!!
The first 30 mins was just the queue in the parking garage… and then the motorway was blocked for roadworks at not one but two separate places! There were detours, but the signage became pretty slim after a few kilometres, and so you really needed to know where you were as the car doodled around the industrial neighbourhoods of Auckland past midnight getting more and more lost. It ran us short on petrol (and food, and toilets) so we stopped at a truck stop and continued to queue for another 20 mins. By the time we finally made it home at 1:30am, I’d long since decided that the meaning of life had become that one must just form an orderly queue for everything.
Oh, and no Run to the Hills.