Damn jetlag. By Wednesday we thought we’d beaten it, but it snook up on us again.

The day started as usual, with us awake at 6.30am. That’s not too bad as we like to be out and about early. It so happened that Barcelona were playing Man City in the UK on Tuesday night, so it was at 8.45am Wednesday NZ time.

We missed the first half, which wasn’t an issue as Iain (Angus’s dad) was providing updates via text. By the second half we found a bar that was showing the game, and serving beer. My first instinct was ‘No way, not at this time in the morning’. But I noticed other people drinking and thought ‘oh well, when in Rome’.

Two halves of lager later and I was zombied. But, at least we’d got to celebrate two Barca goals while on the other side of the world.

We went out for a walk to get some coffee, fresh air and to sort out a sim card – it’s not always easy to get wifi in NZ, so buying pre-paid data makes sense.

Fast forward to 4pm and we thought we’d go back to the apartment for an hour’s siesta.

Woke up at 10pm. Had pizza. Fell asleep at 11.30pm, determined to feel normal the next day. Check back later to see if we did!

*N.B. The ‘lost day’ was due to jetlag, nothing to do with morning beers ;0)

Not long now, Di will be starting our latest blog. Were back off to New Zealand