The tale of the missing bag. Thanks Cathay Pacific!

So we left the UK on Christmas Day. But when we arrived in Auckland my bag was not to be seen. The carousel stopped rolling, Jen’s bag was there, as was my tripod. but no big blue backpack. And they had no idea where it was. I filled in the forms and off we went. In the clothes i had just travelled for 28 hours in and no others to change into! So upon arrival at the Hotel de Brett we headed out to buy me some clothes. Reasonably successful mission later we crashed. Woke the following day, still no sign of the bag, and headed off to get the van. Off to the Bay of Islands. And then my blackberry packed up. So now i was without my phone and my bag. Switched to Jen’s phone and after having done the Paihia, Russell, and then Rotorua we headed to do the Tongariro Crossing. This was 8 days after we left the UK. And by some miracle my bag made it over in time for us to do the trek and me not to have to buy any more clothes! How good was it to see that bag. Words cannot describe!