That morning, the carrier finally arrives and happily everyone board the flight that is supposed to depart for Auckland - City of Sails. I was beginning to get a bit blasé about the whole paradise thing. All my French conversations were exactly the same, all the islands felt the same, all the food was the same, all the shops sold the same things... it's a terrible thing to say, I know, but I was in danger of getting bored in paradise. And that's not a good thing when you're traveling, particularly when it was a long wait at the airport.