My dad came to visit me on Tiritiri Matangi recently, proudly donning the “Brown Dad” hat I bought him, and taking photos like a good and proper Asian. It was lovely having my father out on my field site, as I imagine it helps him understand why I do what I do and enjoy it so. Of course, like any parent, he was overly worried about me whacking my eye, falling, getting scratched up, biking (Dad – I wear a helmet all the time – relax.) But I feel like those are to some level, battle scars and small and proud prices we pay for working this line.
Unfortunately he probably won’t be visiting me in Auckland anymore… I was dismayed! After an impudent inquiry on my part, he modestly mentioned he would be changing his fleet, and would now be flying the A-380 for the next five years until retirement. Unfortunately Auckland doesn’t feature on the A-380’s route. Bah.
Wish he could have stayed longer. I made a point to wave at the sky the next day, I’m pretty sure he could see my tiny hand as he flew back to Singapore.