Within this major change in schedule I felt a little lost. What day is it? Where am I? What I have to do? All I know is that I should look domestic flights area to catch the next flight. I asked the only person I saw. At the time I thought this was a man of few words, he said “follow the green line”. Then I realized that these were more than enough.
He offeres to take me in a bus but I thought I would not mind walking a bit after so much time sitting. But the truth is it was a long, long, journey and being so early, there was no hanging around. The green line was not inside but outside the airport. Among trees, walkways and streets, for a second I felt as if I was Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz “following the yellow brick road”. My head was thinking a million things at once. There I was, looking around, alone, following the green path that would lead me to my first stop of the trip: Wellington.